I couldn’t finish the sentence. He nipped at my lips with his teeth, leaving me no chance to continue. It was one of those moments when I really missed my old body. If I still had my twelve tentacles, he wouldn’t dare look down on me so arrogantly. If I could caress his body with my tentacles, he’d tremble and climax in an instant. Not being able to say this out loud was a regret that weighed heavily on me.

Nevertheless, I did my best, rubbing and pressing against him with my tongue.

The tentacle pressed against my tongue twitched and retreated slightly, but it didn’t withdraw completely. In that state, the tentacle let go. Throughout his climax he kept pressing and releasing my bottom with his knee. The pressure made my breathing ragged.

This time I wasn’t choking like before. But as his release filled my mouth, a strange moan of discomfort escaped me. It tasted terrible. But as he had said, I had no choice but to swallow. Judging by the way he refused to let me go, there was no escape.

The sperm that had splashed into my mouth slowly trickled down my tongue. When I opened my eyes, I saw his red eyes staring down at me. Swallow. His look seemed to command it. I moved my tongue, bit by bit, and swallowed what was in my mouth.

As expected, it tasted awful – probably not even nutritious. Every time I moved my tongue to swallow, it brushed against his tentacle. Zetak’s breathing became slightly uneven, probably because of this.

He didn’t take his eyes off me the whole time I was swallowing. Only when I had finally finished did he withdraw his tentacle from my mouth. The slimy thread stretched and broke – I wasn’t sure if it was saliva or sperm. He patted my head gently. Perhaps because he had just cl*maxed, his gaze was hazy and lazy.

“Good. You did well. You’ll continue to do well in the future.”

“What… does that mean I have to keep doing this from now on?”

“Of course.”

“Like I said, it doesn’t taste good. Do it only occasionally.”

“Well, we’ll see how Your Highness behaves.”

The mischievous gleam in his eyes almost made me jab him with my finger. Who’s the master and who’s the servant here? I wanted to ask, but held my tongue. He had already started to unbutton my trousers. His fingers brushed through my p*bic hair before moving lower. The cold touch of his fingers sliding along my p*nis sent a shiver down my spine.

He licked my br*ast, concentrating on the hardened n*pple. Zetak pressed his lips around it, sucking hard as his tentacle pressed and rubbed against it. The small act alone made my stomach tighten. It felt as if the slightest touch was enough to leave me breathless.

“So… have you always been more into men?”

Zetak looked up at me. Although his lips had stopped moving, his hand continued to play with my t*sticles. The sensation made me drowsy and numb. What did it matter if he preferred women or men? As long as my t*sticles rolled in his hand, that was enough.

“And what about Your Highness?”

“Me?”

“I can tell you’ve been embraced by men before… but don’t women interest you at all?”

I haven’t. Rather than deny it outright, I paused to think. Come to think of it, I’d never given it much thought. In the future, I had taken an empress, but it wasn’t out of love. Nor had I kept a mistress in secret.

“I’m not sure… I guess I don’t know. You’re the first one I’ve had this kind of relationship with.”

“Ha. Another lie. Have you told other men the same thing when they hugged you? Did they like hearing it?”

He murmured through clenched teeth, as if chewing on his words. His dark, blood-red eyes seemed almost murderous, filled with a disturbing intensity.

“You are such a strange child. Why are you so obsessed with my former partners? Do you put so much importance on something like a first night?”

“Who cares? First or not, what does it matter? Do you think I would waste my interest on such things?”

“But… didn’t you say anything about it? You kept berating me for…”

“I never did.”

He cut me off firmly.

“But I’m sure…”

“You must be mistaken.”

“…”

For some reason, I felt dizzy. Unconsciously, I pressed my hand to the back of my neck. Strangely, it felt right. Could this be what the butterfly man was talking about when he mentioned blood pressure?

Just as I was about to say something, he pulled my trousers completely off. He grabbed my legs, spread them apart and lowered his head to my p*nis.

He began to lick me there. I could feel a finger slipping into the opening. Perhaps because he had treated me so thoroughly the night before, his finger entered without much resistance. Overwhelmed by the strange sensation, I covered my face with my arm.

“Move your arm, damn it. Why are you covering your face?”

“Ah… I don’t know.”

As I lowered my arm, my eyes met Zetak’s as he held my p*nis in his mouth. It was strange – there wasn’t much stimulation, but just seeing it made me shudder and climax instantly.

Zetak swallowed without hesitation. I hadn’t even told him to – why did he do it? Did it not taste bad to him? But I didn’t bother to ask. After climaxing I felt lazy and didn’t want to move.

My shirt had risen, but I did not have the strength to pull it down. My legs were wide apart, my knees bent, but I didn’t feel particularly self-conscious. After all, he had seen everything. What was the point of trying to cover up now?

Zetak stared at me intently. As our eyes met, his crimson gaze seemed to darken even further. He bit his lip hard before letting out a small curse. Damn it. I could clearly hear him muttering under his breath, “If only my body were bigger…”

It seemed he wanted nothing more than to thrust into me and release himself inside. But what could he do? He was still in his pupa stage. It might be possible if he tried, but Zetak’s pride would never allow it. Even if he managed to get inside, would either of us feel anything? Considering his size, he would probably slip out easily with each thrust…

“Don’t worry. One day your…”

“Will I have to stick a radish inside you to shut you up?”

“……”

“Well, it’s clear we’re late for your morning lessons. And since Your Highness would never miss a meal, let’s just plan to attend the afternoon ones instead.”

Zetak brought a damp towel and began to clean me. His gaze was uninhibited and lingering. Even as he fixed my clothes and dressed me, his eyes remained fixed on me, heavy with intent. I let him do as he pleased, remaining still the whole time.

“Are you so desperate to grow up?”

He looked at me briefly at my words.

“Do you want it so badly?”

He didn’t answer, but his expression told me. It was only natural. Who would want to be trapped in such a body all their life? His mind was mature, but his body wasn’t. This discrepancy would only become more painful with time.

Especially as his body began to twist and deform. He would suffer even more, hating himself as he looked at his distorted form.

Without realising it, I reached out and brushed my hand against his cool cheek. For some reason, it felt like something inside me was hurting. Well, it was long past breakfast time. Zetak looked down at me with calm eyes, their dark depths revealing nothing of what he might be thinking.

He hates me, loves me and desires me. Does his excitement stem from his demonic instincts, his nature driving him to desire humans? Or has his lingering affection developed into something deeper?

“Whatever the case may be…It seems I’m attracted to you.”

The moment I muttered those words, Zetak’s body stiffened. I thought about what had just happened. I had cl*maxed just by watching him take my p*nis in his mouth, even though there was no significant stimulation. Had I become weak for pleasure since my rebirth? Or had I really been aroused by Zetak?

The safest way to find out would be to get involved with someone else. I could have another man do the same thing to me. A simple experiment would settle everything.

“Your Highness.”

The deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to see Zetak staring at me with a cold, sunken expression.

“Whatever you’re thinking…”

You’d better not act on it. His voice was calm, but there was a chilling edge to it. There wasn’t a hint of hostility, but a shiver ran down my spine.

“And what makes you think you know what I’m thinking?”

“I don’t. But from experience, whenever Your Highness has that look on your face…”

It usually ends up being something that angers me. Zetak’s hand extended, stroking my hair as if to calm me. The gesture was gentle, almost disarmingly so, easily mistaken for tenderness. Yet, beyond the strands of my hair, his narrowed pupils revealed the reality—it was impossible to trust such a gesture.

“The look on your face when you tortured me.”

“……”

“Eyes full of curiosity. A look that says you’re about to try something. In this situation, what kind of experiment might Your Highness have in mind?”

‘I’m curious.’

Zetak’s words were followed by his hand gripping my hair tightly. A terrible thought crossed my mind: ‘If I say the wrong thing here, I’ll die.’

Zetak was so agitated. Was it because he remembered the times he’d been tortured? Or was it because he didn’t like what I was about to do? Either way, I needed to calm him down.

What would I say to distract him? It had to sound convincing. If I said something absurd, he’d see it as a lie and get even angrier. I ran through our recent conversations in my head, looking for something relevant to spin into an explanation.

“Tell me. What experiment did you have in mind this time?”

“I was just thinking about sticking something up my bum. Don’t get angry.”

“Ha. Is that so? And what exactly would you be sticking up there?”

“A radish, of course.”