Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil has always wanted to have a powerful pet.

It’s not like a small octopus that sells cute junk snacks most of the time although it’s very edible, nor is it a monster like the murloc that is useless except for the ugly ones, but it’s a truly powerful monster that can kill enemies. , Something similar to a familiar or spirit beast.

If the requirements are not so strict, maybe Lanny can be regarded as a powerful pet, but he does not seem to be as well-behaved and obedient as he looks, and he is still a personal for the time being.

—Well, it should be a human, right?

Cecil was not so sure. But fortunately, she doesn't need to worry about these now, because she has a truly powerful servant-the devil!

The servants obtained by the master-servant contract are far more reliable and at ease than pets, because they are bound by the contract and cannot do anything unfavorable to the master. Unless the owner dies or voluntarily terminates the contract, they will never betray the owner. This is the law of contract formation, and no life can violate it.

Cecil was very excited and very happy. Unexpectedly, she would catch a big fish just once. With this powerful demon, even if she fights with Lena's targets in the future, she should be able to beat them five to five, right? What's more, the demon deceived her scumbag father and made him feel dizzy. The thought of this made Cecil feel inexplicably refreshed.

Good job, Stella!

She walked to Stella and squatted down, and gently touched her dark, damp hair: "Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

Stella stared at her fiercely, her eyes cold and grim: "You humble and weak human being, dare to force a contract with me..."

"I'm a humble and weak human, so what are you?" Cecil said with a smile, "a dog under the hands of a humble and weak human?"

Stella: "..."

Her beautiful face instantly became angry and distorted, and her soft black hair suddenly swung into the air, rushing towards Cecil's neck—

"Ah!" Before the hair touched Cecil, Stella let out a heart-piercing scream.

Cecil looked at her with ease, and said softly: "Don't underestimate this contract."

She stretched out her hand, pinched Stella's chin, and with a slight force, Stella opened her mouth in pain, revealing her tongue with magic circle.

At this time, because the power of the contract took effect, the magic circle that had been dimmed and disappeared reappeared, with a scarlet faint glow on her tongue.

"Did you see it? This is the proof of the conclusion of the contract. As long as this mark is still there, you can never attack me." Cecil released his hand and patted Stella on the top of his head, his tone of voice unspeakably relaxed." So don’t do unnecessary struggles anymore. If you have this time, it’s better to get up and chat with me."

Stella glanced at her unpredictably, and Cecil was calm and let her stare at herself.

After a while, Stella finally sat up slowly. She pulled her messy hair behind her ears, her slender and thick eyelashes were slightly lifted, and her purplish eyes had returned to her charming and charming state.

"So what do you want to talk about, Master?"

Cecil: It's pretty good.

Suddenly changing from a stepmother to a slave, Stella's transition is extremely smooth and natural. But Cecil was a little uncomfortable. She raised her hand to her lips and coughed lightly, and asked unconsciously, "Well, you tell me that asexuality is true or false?"

Unexpectedly, this is what she cares most about.

A faint smile flashed in Stella's eyes, and the tip of her tongue licked the corners of her red lips: "Of course it's true. If you don't believe it, you can check it."

Cecil: "..."

Then there is no need.

She continued to ask: "Then why didn't my father notice this? There is still a big difference between sexless and female..."

"Because I can change gender as needed. In other words, I can be either female or male."

Stella said, leaning over and slowly crawling towards Cecil, her voice gradually becoming soft and soft.

"If you need it, you can also try..."

Cecil: "..."

Is it possible that this lustful demon still wants father and daughter to eat?

She calmly pushed Stella back, and continued to ask: "The next question, why do you want to eat me?"

A moment of hesitation appeared on the devil's face.

"This is not a question that you can understand, and it's not clear for a while, the next one."

Also sell off.

Cecil thought for a while and said, "Okay, the last one. Are you the one who tampered with my dreams and caused me to have nightmares?"

Stella showed a confused expression this time.

"Tampering with dreams? I haven't done anything like this before."

Cecil looked at her suspiciously: "Really?"

"Of course it is true." Stella blinked, her violet pupils were clear and innocent, and they didn't look like a lie. "Although I am a devil, I can't tamper with other people's dreams, let alone what it does to me. What's the advantage? I can't eat you in my dreams."

Makes sense.

Cecil agreed with her for the time being, and suddenly frowned in the next second-since this person is not Stella, is it...Lenny?

Cecil left Stella and immediately returned to his room.

She took out the "Illustrated Book of Magical Creatures" that she had gathered from Bod before, and looked for it carefully.

A monster that can tamper with dreams...no, no, no.

Except for succubus, no monster possesses this ability. But succubus is not just as simple as tampering with dreams, let alone they don’t look for women...

Cecil was full of doubts, lying on the bed without any thoughts. Is it Lenny? If it is really him, what is his purpose?

She was lost in thought, and after an unknown period of time, there was a light footstep outside the door.

It was Lanny who came back from the Rose Garden.

Cecil quickly picked up the thin blanket on the side to cover him, closed his eyes and began to pretend to sleep.

Soon, Lanni opened the door and walked in, carrying the fragrance of roses.

Cecil heard him slowly approaching, and finally stopped by the bed.

"Cecile?" Lenny called softly.

Cecil did not respond.

Lanni raised her voice slightly and called again.

Cecil still did not respond.

Lanny fell silent.

After a while, Cecil felt the thin blanket on his legs slip off.

It must be Lanny. she thinks. Maybe Lanney wanted to use magic to tamper with her dream while she was asleep. She would continue to pretend to see what Lanni was going to do.

Cecil maintained a steady and long breathing, and continued to curl up on the bed, motionless, as if falling asleep.

Lanny said nothing. Gradually, a small sound rang out in the room, rustling, like a vine pulling branches, faintly sounding around Cecil.

Calm, keep calm.

Cecil reminded herself from the bottom of her heart that the next second, her calf was gently touched.

She wasn't sure what touched her, but it was definitely not a human hand—the thing felt cold, damp, and slippery, and there was an indescribable softness and familiarity.

At the same time, she suddenly realized that her thighs were being exposed to the cool air.

It was the thin blanket just now that rubbed the hem of her nightdress against it.

Her heartbeat speeded up slightly.

The strange touch continued. As if tentatively, she slowly walked from Cecil's calf to her knees, and then landed on her soft white thighs.

The thing tapped on her leg and rubbed it again, which was more like pure curiosity and mischievous teasing than malicious harassment.

Much like what Lanny would do.

Cecil thought so, still not moving, waiting for Lanny's next move.

Then she felt the cold thing slowly sticking to her skin. Inch by inch, a strange tingling was aroused in her legs.

She finally couldn't bear it and opened her eyes.