Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil's movements were too sudden, almost at the moment when she opened her eyes, she saw something slender and soft flashing past her eyes, sliding behind Lanney like water.

…It’s thin and long, like the tentacles of an octopus.

"Lanny, what was that just now?" she asked directly.

Lanny put his hands behind his back and blinked innocently: "There is nothing."

"Oh? Really." Cecil glanced at him unpredictably, slowly sat up from the bed, and pulled down the skirt to cover his white thighs.

"Then what touched me just now?" she asked.

Lanny's expression is natural, even with a bit of sincerity and purity: "It's my hand."

Cecil: "..."

Only if you believe in him will you have a ghost.

Obviously, Lanny concealed something from her. Based on the current lack of understanding of Lanney's true motives, she does not intend to rush into confrontation with Lanney.

But she can make some small tricks.

For example, coaxing.

Cecil's sea-like blue eyes gradually deepened. She looked at Lanny thoughtfully, and suddenly gave him a gentle and kind smile.

Her smile was full of bewilderment under the dim light, and the corners of her lips rose softly like a small hook, which made people feel swaying.

"Lanny, come next to me." She patted the soft bed and motioned for Lanny to sit over.

Lanny looked at her, like a pure and harmless deer, sitting next to her obediently.

They sat side by side, with shoulders **** apart.

Cecil said to him in a soft and patient tone: "Put your hand out."

Lanny obediently followed, and stretched out his hands in front of Cecil.

His hands were pale and slender, his knuckles were distinct, and his skin was delicate, with no trace of blood except for the faint blue blood. Cecil looked carefully for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and poked Lanny's finger.

Lanny: "Cecile?"

He looked at Cecil in surprise, and doubts appeared in his thick blue eyes.

"Did you touch me with these hands just now? It doesn't look like it." Cecil muttered in a puzzled manner, his fingertips moved slightly, and stopped on Lanny's cold palms, "Is that this?"

While muttering, she squeezed Lenny's palms, like kneading a cat's pad, gently, and at the same time, she gently scraped him a few times with her fine fingertips.

This action had a subtle hint of teasing, Lanney's Adam's apple moved slightly, and the blue under his eyes seemed to deepen.

Of course he didn't know what teasing was, he was only pleased by Cecil's touch. This kind of pleasure is different from what he feels when he eats. Compared with the satisfaction of eating, this kind of pleasure will make him crave more instinctively.

Cecil quietly glanced at Lanny's expression, and asked in a gentle, seductive tone: "Lanny, tell me, were these hands that touched me just now?"

Lanny's eyes fell on her face, focused and sticky: "...Yes."

dishonest.

This guy is really good at lying, since the first time we met. Perhaps because there is no human sense of morality, he will not have any guilt or guilt because of deception.

Cecil sighed inaudibly, and consciously skipped the question "Why steal her?"

Anyway, Lanny's answer must be "want to touch", "want to touch", "very curious" and so on, and it was a question of nothing. She recalled the scene she saw when she opened her eyes, and her eyebrows suddenly appeared again.

She leaned back slightly, her hands still squeezing Lanny’s palms, but her eyes were secretly squinting towards Lanny’s back—his back was upright, like a verdant poplar, which could be seen vaguely through the clothes. The waist is strong and thin, and there is a green and powerful beauty.

She could see clearly that the shadow-like thing was retracted behind Lanney in an instant, so she might be able to start from the direction behind the inspection.

Cecil had an idea in his heart, and slowly stopped his movements, and said unintentionally, "Lanny, where did you go?"

Lanny answered happily: "I went to the Rose Garden."

"Why are you going to the Rose Garden?"

"Prune the rose."

"!"

Cecil suddenly became nervous when he heard the words: "You won't cut all the roses, right?"

"..."

Lanny paused suspiciously, then raised an innocent smile, and lied unchangingly: "No."

—In fact, the entire plant in the rose garden was destroyed by his tentacles, but he didn't think there was any problem, and he didn't like it anyway.

But now it seems that Cecil does not want the rose to be destroyed...

Sneak back and restore them later. Lanny thought silently.

Cecil heard this denial and heaved a sigh of relief. Putting the beloved Qiangwei aside for the time being, she continued her coaxing work.

"It turned out to be trimming the roses. No wonder your back is so dirty." She pointedly pointed at Lannie's back, and suggested to him, "Shall I help you remove all the grass clippings on your back?" "

"Okay." Lenny agreed without any doubt about Cecil's words.

Like an obedient puppy.

—If you have not lied.

Cecil felt a little regretful, but his face was as calm as ever. She moved her left hand to Lanney's back, and pressed lightly on his shoulder blade through the soft shirt fabric.

This piece seems to be normal, let's try again.

Cecil's hands continued to wind down, kneading and stroking Lenny's spine. Lanny couldn't help straightening her back, her muscles tightened slightly because of her warm fingertips.

But Cecil did not notice this. She earnestly looked for something wrong and didn't let go of every inch of her skin.

It's a pity, except that it feels good in the hand, there is still nothing.

Strange, where did you hide it? Even a demon like Stella will show flaws, right? Where is this guy's flaws?

Cecil didn't give up and pinched Lenny's waist twice.

The boy's waist is very thin and white, but it is not soft. Instead, it is covered with a thin layer of tough muscles, like cold and hard armor.

Cecil's force was neither light nor heavy, to Lenny, it was like a kitten's scratching. Not only did he not feel the slightest pain, but a faint numbness quickly spread from behind his waist to his whole body.

Cecil's hands are too soft.

Soft as a trickle of water, or a gentle breeze. But water and wind can't bring Lanny such feelings. Only Cecil, her every move can easily arouse his desires.

He may be hungry.

Lanny came to this conclusion in the swelling desire.

Cecil retracted his hand, a little disappointed in his heart.

It was clear that Lanny had shown his feet in front of her, but she still couldn't figure out Lanny's details. And she can no longer force the signing of a master-servant contract today. Although she pretends very well in front of Stella, her body is already in an extremely weak state.

Bode did not exaggerate, the forced contract is indeed very detrimental to people, and she will have to rest for at least a week to recover. Before that, she can't head-to-head with Lanny, otherwise she must be the loser.

She rubbed her eyebrows tiredly and nudged Lanny.

"You go out. I'm going to sleep."

But Lanny didn't move.

On the contrary, Cecil faintly felt that he seemed to be closer.

"Lanny?" She raised her voice slightly, and her two hands hanging beside her secretly tightened.

Is he going to tear off his disguise?

Lanny still did not respond to her. He turned sideways and looked down at her slightly, his clear and sweet voice sounded a little low and dull.

"Cecile," he said, "may I eat you?"

"...Huh?" Cecil's reaction was slow.

"Can I eat you?" He asked again, as polite, docile, and well-behaved as usual, but with faint eagerness.

"…Can not."

Cecil realized what was wrong, curled up, and slowly moved back.

But Lanny did not listen to her as usual.

He rolled over and clasped Cecil's thin wrist. Cecil's strength is not the same as him, and coupled with his physical weakness, there is no room for struggle at this time.

Cecil tried to kick him up, but was grasped by his slender ankle.

Completely controlled.

Cecil bit her lower lip and watched Lanny lean over her body, casting a black shadow. He hung down on those sharp and bright green eyes, their eyes floating, reflecting her slightly panicked face, deep and beautiful in the darkness, like a silent and gloomy sea.

Cecil felt that this was probably called playing with fire.

Her brain swiftly turned, and she began to quickly think about the countermeasures to resolve the crisis. It stands to reason that she can now summon the devil and ask Stella to rescue her, but this method was quickly abandoned by her.

-Stella hates her now. If she knows that someone is going to eat her, she will probably only clap her hands and applaud, and even help Lanny look out for the wind, and then watch her breathe until she is completely dead, and then happily regain her freedom , Continue to the next foraging journey.

So Stella is unreliable, and her only reliable brother, Arnold, is not at home.

Can I save myself?

She calmed down quickly and tried to communicate with Lenny.

"Lanny?"

Cecil poked Lanny's collarbone cautiously, not daring to use too much force for fear that he would bite it.

Lanny didn't speak.

He lowered his head and leaned on Cecil's white and graceful neck, sniffing curiously like a cat. Sniffing, he licked Cecil's earlobe with his forked, soft tongue.

"...Itch." Cecil shrank his neck, his cheeks inevitably showing a light flush.

The tip of the forked tongue can provoke her sensitive points more than the ordinary tongue. Half of her body seemed to be instantaneously crisp, and her always calm voice trembled slightly because of this.

A mischievous smile appeared in Lanney's eyes.

He liked Cecil's reaction, which made her look more delicious.

He continued to rub Cecil's neck and ears, and his dark black hair fell softly like crowfeathers, intertwined with Cecil's long, white and curly hair. beautiful.

Cecil spoke again, trying to convince him: "Lanny, you don't want to eat me, okay?"

Lanny buried his furry head, and his voice sounded cold and muffled: "Why?"

"Because I am a human, so are you. Humans cannot eat humans, otherwise they will be punished and sentenced to death."

She spoke slowly and patiently, with a whimsical dissuasion.

But Lanny said innocently: "But I am not a human being."

Cecil: "..."

He said it so casually.

Although he did speculate about this possibility, Cecil was still a little nervous when he heard it personally. Fortunately, she had just dealt with a weird demon, and the answer to Lenny was still within a tolerable range.

"Well, even if you are not a human being." She pursed her lips, slowly considering her words, "I don't suggest you eat me either."

Lanny: "Why?"

He raised his head and looked at Cecil, his blue eyes as clear as a rippling lake.

This innocent look made Cecil a little relieved.

"Because I am not good." Cecil explained, "I don't have any meat, and the taste will be very woody, which is far behind other humans."

"But," Lanny wandered down and poked Cecil's thigh, "It's very fleshy here."

Cecil: "..."

Her legs are beautifully born, not thin-bone, small bird legs, but a kind of even flesh and blood. The calf is slender and straight, crystal clear and white, and the thighs are tender and soft, with just the right sensuality, which makes people unable to look away.

She believed that Lanny was simply stating that she was not meatless, but her mood was still a little subtle.

"It's just that there is a bit of meat. The other places are bones." She continued to lobby, "And I don't like sports, and I often get sick since I was a child. The meat tastes very bad, and it definitely doesn't suit your appetite."

Hearing this, Lanni buried her in her neck again, and said in a low voice, "But you smell very good."

Cecil: "..."

It's hopeless, why doesn't this guy listen to persuasion!

She forced herself to calm down and actively think about other strategies for self-help. In the space of her contemplation, Lenny has been rubbing around her neck like a kitten, licking her collarbone for a while, biting her earlobe for a while, and rubbing her skin with the tip of her nose for a while.

It's slimy and doesn't look like eating people at all.

Cecil was touched so intimately by him, at first he was a bit shy, and then he gradually got used to it. She felt the moist sniff in her neck, and suddenly realized a little—

Lanny, maybe you don't want to eat her at all?

This thought seems a bit optimistic, after all, he has bit her ear. But if you think about it, if you really want to eat her, you should be as impatient as Stella, instead of being slapped at her like now, but not talking about it for a long time.

And he bit her ear gently, and licked twice after biting, basically the same behavior as a small animal.

Cecil used to raise a cat and a dog in her previous life, so she is well aware of some behaviors of pets facing their owners.

Lanny's current behavior is more like a pet approaching the owner than if he wants to eat her, that is to say, he is sticking to her.

But Lanny didn't spend a long time with her, why would he want to stick to her?

Cecil couldn't figure it out. Her gaze crossed Lanny's body and fell to the little octopus in the tank. The little octopus sensed her gaze, and put on her dark and slender tentacles, which looked like Lannie’s...

An almost absurd idea flashed through Cecil's mind.

Wasn't the things that slipped past Lanney's back then exactly the same as Xiaoyi's tentacles? Could it be...Lenny's body is also an octopus?

She couldn't help but frowned, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

Even if they are the same octopus, they can't even have the same tentacles. Think about it again. If Lanney is the guy who tampered with the dream, then he must have had a very intimate, spiritual interaction with her.

This was what Bode told her, and asked her if she had communicated with anyone other than him. She said very decisively that she didn't. After that, they shifted the direction of thinking to the point of "magicizing her inner fear with magic," and there was no more entanglement in the way of synaesthesia.

Looking back now, in fact, besides Bode, there is another "person" who has had synesthesia with her. It's a pity that both she and Bode ignored this little guy at the time.

The only person who has communicated with her is Xiaoyi.

The night outside the window was getting darker, and the candlelight was so dim that it could only illuminate a small circle around it.

Cecil was shocked by his own speculation to a moment of excitement, and Lenny also noticed her sudden acceleration of heart rhythm.

"Cecile, your heart beats so fast." He leaned against Cecil's full chest and listened carefully, "Really fast...what's wrong with you?"

Cecil's eyes moved slightly.

He really didn't want to eat her—no one cared about whether his food was fast or not, let alone ask what happened to the food.

He may just confuse the desire to be close with the desire to eat.

If this is the case, then she still has a chance to save herself.

Cecil pursed his lips and decided to give it a try. She murmured softly, and expectation slowly floated in her clear and moist blue eyes.

"Lanny, are you a junior?"

"...Huh?" Lanny raised his eyelashes slowly, his blue eyes swaying like emerald green and green light.

Respond.

Cecil was delighted in her heart. She stretched out her hand and gently stroked Lanny’s black hair, rubbing Lanny like every time he rubbed the little head, and said in a more gentle tone: "Lanny, you are the little one, right? ?"

Lannie blinked, and the blue waves in his eyes reminded Cecil of the quiet lake under the moonlight.

The two looked at each other silently for a few seconds. Finally, Lanny bent his eyes and said in a pleasant and sweet voice:

"You finally recognize me."

—I guessed it right.

Cecil's first reaction was to let out a long sigh of relief. Lanny looked very happy, lowered his forehead and wanted to post with her.

Cecil pushed Lenny away from above him, and then quickly sat up.

"Cecile..." Lanny dragged the end sound, acting like a baby, looking at her eagerly.

He was not angry, nor did he push her down again.

Sure enough, it was her pet—but it still needs to be tamed.

Cecil looked at him thoughtfully, and suddenly raised his hand to draw a thin blade of light on Lanney's wrist. Lanney did not respond, but the blood slowly flowed down.

It was a faint dark blue, like a flowing galaxy, exactly the same color as Xiao Yi's blood.

Cecil's heart is complicated.

She only raised a pet on a whim, but she didn't expect that the pet not only became a human, but almost ate her.

But she still didn't hate Lanny.

Not only because of this beautiful and attractive face... but also because he is very obedient and very similar to her.

It is not a similarity in personality or appearance, but a very special similarity.

Kevin was right, she was actually afraid of loneliness. Because she knew from beginning to end that she was different from everyone in this world. In this other world, no matter how well she pretended to be, she was the most out of place.

But Lanny is also very out of place.

He has the appearance of a human, but he does not understand human habits and laws. Even a demon would perfectly pretend to be a normal human being, but Lenny would not.

Obviously in this, but it seems to be free.

His appearance gave Cecil a touch of comfort.

So she wants to keep him by her side, whether it is for this little consolation, or because of the restless curiosity in her heart.

—Of course, part of the reason is that she wants to eat octopus **** a little bit.

Cecil touched his nose with a slight guilty conscience, and looked at Lanny pretendingly: "Now let's talk about it, since you are the one, who is the one in the fish tank?"

Lanny said of course: "It's me too."

Cecil: "???"

What's the situation, clone technique? Why haven’t you heard from Bode that there are other spells of this type?

"How can there be two of you?" she asked in surprise.

"He is a part of me, so he is also me."

Lanny lifted his shirt, revealing a pale, thin waist. A thin black tentacle slowly stretched out from behind his waist and swayed lightly in front of Cecil. Cecil subconsciously reached out and touched it, and the tip of the tentacle suddenly fell like a gecko's tail. .

Cecil: "!"

She immediately withdrew her hand.

The moment the broken tentacles hit the ground, it slowly turned into a pool of pitch-black mud. The black mud deformed arbitrarily, like kneading plasticine, and quickly turned into a cute little octopus.

Even the size of the eyes is exactly the same as the one in the tank.

Cecil: "..."

She was so shocked that she could not speak.

I didn't expect Xiaoyi to be mass-produced... Then wouldn't she want to eat as many octopus balls?

so amazing.

She swallowed subconsciously and stared longingly at the newly formed little octopus.

The little octopus gradually became uneasy under Cecil's hungry wolf eyes. It curled up its tentacles in fear, and deceived and wrapped itself up like the previous Xiaoyi.

Cecil: "..."

I feel that I can't bear to eat it at all.

Cecil regretfully abandoned this decision. She held up the shivering little octopus and put it in the water tank. The two little octopuses met in the water and immediately swam happily.

Lanny saw that she was gentle and gentle with the little octopus, and then cried out unhappily, "Cecile."

"What?" Cecil responded absently.

Lanny made no secret of the loss on his face: "You haven't touched me yet."

He shouldn't have another avatar. In this way, Cecil's attention was divided again, and he didn't get any benefits.

When Cecil heard this, he looked at him thoughtfully.

Lanny...seems to be eating the vinegar of little octopus?

Suddenly she thought of something, went back to Lanny and sat down, and then asked him straightforwardly: "Lanny, I often have nightmares these days, is it your ghost?"

Lanny rolled her green eyes and looked innocent: "No."

"Huh—?" Cecil's eyes gradually sharpened.

"...Who makes you always treat them well, obviously they are just a part of me." Lanny recruited reluctantly, disdainful of his "part" in words.

Cecil: "..."

Good guy, jealous yourself.

In the end, she had nightmares instead of her own pot?

Knowing the truth of the matter, he should be angry, but Cecil just felt dumbfounded at this time. She stroked her forehead helplessly, her snow-white hair hanging down her shoulders, gleaming with crystal light.

"Lanny, forget the previous things." She slowed down her voice, and said to Lanny softly and tolerantly, "but from now on, I can't let me have nightmares, okay?"

Her expression is soft, like a thin and hazy moonlight. She turned her face slightly, her pure white hair was like falling snow at dusk under the candlelight, and people couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.

Lanny stared at her intently, watching her soft pink lips open and close, not paying attention to what she said from beginning to end. The instincts in his body began to move around again, his eyes were dark, he obediently responded with a "OK", and leaned forward to Cecil.

"Wait, don't bite me like just now!" Cecil quickly stopped him.

Lanni paused slightly: "Why?"

"Because that is a wrong way to express intimacy."

In a calm and natural tone, Cecil replaced Lenny’s wanting to "eat" her with "a way of expressing intimacy" without knowing it. Lanny obviously did not realize this. .

"...Intimacy?" Lanney tilted his head, and a faint doubt appeared on his beautiful face.

"Yes, it's intimate contact... or something?" Cecil wasn't sure whether he was right to explain this way, so he could only try to get closer to what sounds safe.

Intimate contact, intimate way.

Lanny showed a serious thought, then asked in a low voice, "So what is correct?"

He is studying.

Cecil felt a sense of inexplicable relief.

Just take this opportunity to correct his disorder of licking and biting. Although there is no problem with doing these behaviors as a pet Lannie, he is now in a human form after all, so it is better to be standardized.

So Cecil told him gently: "The way of expression between humans."

Humanity…

Lanny remembered everything Cecil had done to him, including touching and rubbing.

Is this the human way?

He also likes it very much.

Seems to understand something, Lanney's long dark eyelashes tremble lightly. After a few seconds of silence, he raised his eyes again, and his pale fingers touched Cecil's cheek awkwardly, with blue light shining under his eyes.

"Teach me, Cecil." He said softly, "Teach me...the way humans express intimacy."