Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil's goose bumps were all over.

Was scared.

She pushed Lenny away, lowered her voice and spoke quickly: "Stella is here, quickly change back."

Lanny was upset, her face wrinkled.

Cecil: "...hurry up!"

Lanny lowered his mouth, his hands turned into soft tentacles. The black shadow enveloped him, and he changed back to the palm-sized marine animal, with slender tentacles, swinging slowly, and crawling back into the tank reluctantly.

Cecil took a look and found that he was still a little smaller than the other little octopus.

what happened? Why is it longer and smaller?

She looked dumbfounded.

Stella is still knocking on the door outside, and the frequency is slightly faster: "Little Cecil, are you inside?"

"Come here." Cecil recovered, raised his hand and rubbed his lips vigorously, then got up to open the door.

Stella, who had changed back to women's clothing, was standing outside the door with a smile, her beautiful purple eyes shining with meaningful light.

"Little Cecil seems to be very busy." Her tone sounded meaningful.

Cecil said blankly, "What do you mean?"

Stella lifted her red finger and put it over her mouth and smiled slightly: "Did you forget? The devil's hearing is very keen..."

Cecil: "..."

She did forget it, but she didn't need this guy to remind him again.

"It seems that you have nothing important to say. Then please go back. I am very tired today, and I have to rest now."

She prepared to close the door unceremoniously, but Stella hurriedly held the door and squeezed in.

"Why are you so impatient? Little Cecil, you're really getting less and less cute." Stella glared at her grotesquely, and walked in with a curvaceous gait.

Cecil felt that he was still too kind to her.

After Stella entered the room, he looked here and there and touched it, and it looked very strange.

This was the first time she had entered Cecil's room, and it was normal to be curious.

She originally thought that Cecil, such an abnormal human girl, might have a lot of weird things in the room, which looked very eerie and weird like Bod's black tower. However, in fact, her room looks almost the same as that of other noble ladies. It is hard to imagine that her living environment is so ordinary, or even featureless.

But think about it, this can be regarded as her disguise. After all, in the eyes of Kevin and Arnold, she has always been just a little spoiled girl. Who would have thought that she would actually dare to attack even the devil?

"What the **** are you looking for me?" Cecil leaned against the table and looked at her impatiently with his arms around his chest. "Should it be more than just wanting to visit my room, right?"

"Of course, the visit to the room is only incidental. Coming over to confirm the personal safety of Little Cecil is my main purpose."

Stella turned around unhurriedly, walked to Cecil and stopped. She was a head higher than Cecil. At this moment, she leaned slightly, her silky black hair just fell into Cecil's neck, and the ends of her hair were gently swept, stirring up silk on Cecil's fair skin. Itchy meaning.

"That guy is still by your side, even though you have driven him away in front of Arnold." Stella's eyes waved, and the peripheral light slowly swept over the water tank on the side, "Let me guess, yes. Is this strange creature in the water..."

Cecil looked at her quietly: "What the **** do you want to say?"

She doesn't like people who talk round and round, especially those who are like Stella. Fortunately, because of Lanny, her patience has improved a lot recently, so she can continue to tolerate it for a while.

Seeing that she didn't react, Stella suddenly lost the thought of teasing. She stood up straight, glanced at the little octopus in the tank, and slowly said: "You'd better throw away your little pet as soon as possible. If you can, it's better to kill him."

The little octopus in the water stopped swimming, and Yuanyuan's head was slightly tilted.

Cecil could almost imagine Lenny's face now, and he must be at a loss but bewildered.

"Why?" she asked coldly.

"Because you will become the way you are now, are you all killed by him?" Stella spread his hands and said straightforwardly, "I'll just say it, besides me, there will be other monsters looking at you in the future, you Don’t think that each of them is as pitiful and pitiful as I am."

Cecil looked at her strangely: "The monster is staring at me, shouldn't you be happy?"

After all, her master was eaten by the monster, and Stella's master-servant contract was cancelled. Regardless of the result, it is a good thing for Stella to regain his freedom.

She should look forward to it.

Stella raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard the words, and then took a deep look at her.

"I should really be happy, but before that, I still hope you can live longer." She slowly stretched out her index finger, and gently pressed against Cecil's lips, "-After all, you are still my favorite. The prey you want."

Cecil understood what she meant.

Stella didn't want others to eat her, because Stella wanted to eat her herself.

She is such a sweet pastry.

Cecil smiled silently, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"In that case, why don't you just eat my little pet? His taste should be much stronger than mine, right?"

If Bode's speculation is correct, then the special smell on her body should have been contaminated when she was in contact with the little octopus. Just one synesthesia, it becomes the delicacy in the eyes of monsters, so how attractive is the little octopus as the source of smell?

Cecil proposed this reasonable idea, but Stella frowned slightly.

"That's why I told you to lose him..." She lowered her voice suddenly, and her frivolous eyes became serious for a moment, "He is not as attractive as you think, on the contrary, he makes people want to get close."

Cecil repeated suspiciously: "Don't want to come closer?"

"Well, it feels... there is a biting coldness on his body." Stella subconsciously glanced at the little octopus in the tank when she said this.

The little octopus remained motionless, as if she hadn't heard her voice.

Cecil looked at Stella suspiciously.

The devil would actually say such vague and subjective words.

It even used exaggerated adjectives.

Stella saw the doubt in Cecil's eyes. She didn't say anything more, but raised her hand to touch the broken hair in her ear, and chuckled softly.

"Well, that's the end of today’s sister’s night talk. I’m going back to get a beauty sleep, good night, little Cecil, see you tomorrow~"

After speaking, before Cecil responded, she went straight to the door. After opening the door, she turned her head and glanced at the water tank in the room.

The so-called "biting coldness" is not an exaggeration.

But she did feel it, that kind of cold sensation of slowly opening her spine, destroying and devouring her nerves and spinal cord bit by bit.

Fortunately, she is now the stepmother of little Cecil, and because of this special identity, I believe this monster dare not do anything to her.

That's why she dared to face Cecil's words to him in front of him.

How to say she is also a demon.

Stella curled her lower lips coolly, and left the room leisurely.

Cecil was the only one left in the room. She stood quietly and touched her slightly swollen lips unconsciously.

The soft tentacles quietly wrapped around her white wrists, she lowered her eyes and glanced, and the tentacles slowly turned into juvenile slender and pale fingers.

Lanny leaned in again.

Cecil said firmly: "Don't provoke me."

Lanny: "..."

He stopped with regret, the tentacles hanging from the back of his waist still rubbing lightly on Cecil's calf.

It is slippery and damp, leaving cold and shiny water stains, which makes the eyes hot inexplicably.

This bad guy hasn't been satisfied after kissing her for so long.

Cecil slapped his hand off angrily, and Lanney blinked in confusion.

"Don't touch me, I have a question to ask you." She said calmly.

Lanny looked innocent: "What's the problem?"

Hearing this, Cecil moved his eyes slightly, and silently glanced at the small one and three units in the water tank: "Why are you younger than the small one?"

Lenny replied naturally, "Because Xiaoyi has grown up."

"Nonsense." Cecil retorted him without thinking. "The size of the little one has not changed, I remember it clearly. It's you who got smaller."

"..."

Lanney's face was not embarrassing about lying and being exposed. On the contrary, he walked to the water tank casually and reached out to lift the little octopus out of the water.

"Then make him smaller."

As he said this, he pinched the little octopus's fingers and pressed it lightly.

The little octopus was like an air bag full of blood, deflated by him with a light pinch. The blue blood flowed sticky to the ground, and they automatically condensed together and transformed into a new little octopus again.

A smaller octopus the same size as Lannie's body.

—This is not simply getting smaller.

Cecil didn't know what to say for a while. She watched the little octopus slowly crawl into the water tank, raised her hand to rub her forehead, and then said softly, "Lanny, did you get smaller on purpose?"

Hearing this, Lannie showed a "you guessed it" expression, and his beautiful, clear green eyes bend slightly.

"It wasn't intentional, but it became smaller naturally."

Cecil: "..."

There are many excuses.

"What does it mean to shrink naturally?" She put her hands around her chest, so she could look at Lanny for a while.

"Because you need me to be smaller." Lanny stretched out his hand and said seriously, "If it's too big, I can't get into your sleeve..."

Cecil understands, so he deliberately maintains a small size, in order to let her take him with him every day.

Fortunately, she is still wondering how to feed so much is not good.

"So how old are you now?" she asked calmly.

Lanni paused slightly for a second: "It's not too big either."

Cecil didn't believe it: "Let me see."

This guy is the best at lying, and he can't easily listen to him.

When Lenny heard the words, he curled his lips and changed back reluctantly. Thick black shadows spread slowly on the ground like ink. Under Cecil's gaze, the shadows slowly turned into the shape of teeth and claws. The thick, dark tentacles stretched out from the inside, softly surrounding them like a hug. Cecil's body.

Cecil: "..."

Much more... than she thought.

The little octopus in front of me is far from being described as "little octopus". His body is huge, a circle wider than the tank behind him. The soft and smooth tentacles are almost as thick as Cecil's thighs, and they surround her at this time, making her look extraordinarily delicate and petite.

This is not an octopus anymore, this is a sea monster!

Cecil's mood is very complicated now.

I had always hoped that the little octopus would grow up soon, so that I could scare her at Lena's birthday party. As a result, the little octopus really grew up, but she couldn't accept it...

Thinking of Lenny's recent estrus behavior, Cecil always felt that these thick tentacles were very dangerous.

No, you must not be in the same room with him during this period of time.

She recognized this, and got out of the squirming tentacles as soon as she bent down.

Lanny: "?"

"Hurry up and go back, I'll go out to sleep." She avoided Lanny's sight, ran to the bed and picked up the pillow, and then ran out without raising her head, leaving Lanny no time to react at all.

Lanny: "???"

Cecil, what's the matter? Why do you look so afraid of him suddenly?

He didn't know why, carefully recalling everything that happened tonight.

Is it because of what Stella said? After Stella left, Cecil's attitude became a little strange.

As if he understood something, Lanney's eyes gradually darkened, and his tentacles were swimming silently on the ground.

…It’s really a hindrance.

Late at night, Stella lay alone on the soft big bed, fiddled with her hair boredly.

The idiot Kevin was dragged by the affairs of the palace again, and she was happy alone. The life of this kind of noble lady is really boring, if there is no master-servant contract of little Cecil, she really wants to eat Kevin in one bite.

The days when I can see and cannot eat are really tormented.

Stella yawned boredly, folded her long legs, and rolled over slightly.

She was going to sleep, although she was not sleepy. The devil doesn't need to sleep, she just has nothing to do.

Let’s not count the sheep.

Stella thought this way, closed her eyes, and started counting Cecil in her mind.

One Cecil, two Cecil, three Cecil, one plate of Cecil...

It feels like I get hungry as I count...

Stella raised her hand and wiped the corners of her wet mouth, her legs entwined tightly, her face flushed, and a low moan overflowed from her lips. Just when she was indulging in fantasy and unable to extricate herself, a rustling sound suddenly came from the silent room.

It seems that something has come in.

Stella became alert for an instant, and suddenly opened her purple eyes.

A thick black fog was hanging above her head, and in the floating fog, countless green vertical pupils emerged. They were densely arranged in the pitch black, staring at her coldly.

This scene can almost be described as horror.

Stella's eyes widened, and his petal-like mouthparts opened almost instantly. However, the mist full of eyes was faster than her movements. It poured into Stella's mouth like a piercing wind, and then quickly filled her throat.

Stella's body froze, and two lines of blood slowly flowed down from his wide purple eyes.

In the next second, crimson blood gurgled from her pores. The blood flowed silently all over the floor like water.

She breathed weakly and lay down slowly.

She lay in a pool of thick blood, her limbs rapidly shrinking like dry petals.

The black mist rose from the pool of blood and stayed in the air for a while.

There was a vague laughter echoing in the deathly silence.

Stella fell ill.

This news was a bolt from the blue for Kevin.

Only a few days later, his beautiful new wife suddenly became half-dead, extremely weak and pale like a critically ill patient, and her breathing became extremely weak, as if she would die at any time.

He thought of Arnold and Cecil's mother, his first wife who died of illness. A wordless fear once again struck the man's heart. He rushed to the palace in panic and took the most prestigious doctor in the capital. Please come home.

Stella was forced to accept the doctor's treatment, and she lay dying on the bed, unable to move.

Cecil thought this incident was too sudden and weird everywhere.

"Isn't it your ghost?" She looked at the little octopus in the tank.

The little octopus shook his round head, his round eyes were clear and innocent.

Cecil did not ask any more questions.

After the Keane incident, the atmosphere in the mansion was obviously not as relaxed as before.

Arnold continued to investigate and observe the civilians who remained in the Knights, and was too busy to see any figures. Lena's condition is also not very good. Although she is not sick, she was awakened by nightmares many times at night, and her spirit is not very good.

The shock of facing the monster was too great for her, and she needed a little time to slowly forget about it.

Only Cecil's life remained the same. After breakfast, she packed up her textbooks as usual and prepared to go to the college.

The little octopus stretched out wet tentacles from the water, trying to crawl towards her sleeve.

"You stay at home and you are not allowed to follow me."

Cecil suddenly raised a hand, preventing him from getting closer to him.

Little octopus: "?"

His round eyes were full of doubts.

"This is the punishment for your provocation against me last night." She was still obsessed with that incident, and took the opportunity to seriously teach the little octopus, "You can't follow, and reflect on yourself at home. If I find you secretly Sneak out and I will give you to Bode."

Her expression was serious and cold, and she didn't seem to be joking at all.

The little octopus was startled by her. He blinked pitifully, curled up his soft tentacles, and slowly sank to the bottom.

He didn't want to make Cecil angry, he was afraid that Cecil would really want him.

The little octopus stayed at the bottom of the water obediently, and even raised a tentacle to slowly wave to Cecil.

Cecil curled his lips with satisfaction, and then went to the academy alone.

She needs to calm down, or do other irrelevant things to divert her attention. Otherwise, she could not help but recall the process of kissing Lenny...

That's too bad.

Cecil forced himself to stop thinking, and walked towards the black tower. Because of Keane, there are not many people in the college today. There are many students who are in poor condition like Lena and are recuperating and adjusting at home.

"Cecil—" There was a clear voice from far to near. After hearing the reputation, Cecil saw a red-haired handsome young master walking towards her.

Cecil: "Alex?"

She thought that the timid young master would also be frightened, but she didn't expect him to come to school on time.

"Well, why are you alone..." Alex walked up to Cecil and scratched his soft short fiery hair. He looked at the others, "Is there no one else coming with you?"

"Others? Who?" Cecil raised his eyebrows. "Lina?"

"...I didn't say it was her, you said it yourself." Alex murmured awkwardly.

Cecil rolled his eyes and smiled, "Oh, that's because I guessed it wrong. Just get out of the way if there's nothing wrong, I'm going to class."

After speaking, she raised her foot and started to leave, when Alex saw it, he quickly reached out to stop her.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Alex pursed his mouth and murmured softly, "It's Lena, it's Lena, right? I just want to ask you a little question..."

"What question, hurry up," Cecil said lazily, "I'm in a hurry."

In fact, she was not in a hurry, she just couldn't help but want to tease this young master.

After all, his reaction was really interesting.

Alex didn't know Cecil's bad thoughts, he twisted and said, "Well, why didn't she come today? Was she frightened by what happened yesterday?"

"Yeah." Cecil snorted casually.

After hearing this, Alex suddenly became nervous: "Then you have to take me to see her!"

Cecil glanced at him lightly: "Why should I take you to see her?"

"Because, because..." Alex's white face flushed red, and he didn't hold it for a long time.

It's too pitiful to make you arrogant.

Cecil pressed his chin, looked at him for a while, and smiled inwardly.

"Because of what? There is no reason why I won't take you home. After all, Lena is already in a bad mood. I guess it will only get worse when I see you?"

"I see her in a bad mood!" Alex immediately retorted.

"Oh? In that case, let's not let the two of you meet, otherwise, what should you do if you two fight as soon as you meet?" Cecil shrugged, looking helpless.

"I wouldn't do such a thing!"

Cecil nodded perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, you won't, Lena will, so forget it."

Alex looked at her angrily, knowing that she did it on purpose, but there was still nothing to do.

He bit his lower lip, thought for a while, and finally reluctantly suggested: "In this way, you take me to your house to see Lena, and I will take you to hunt fish."

Cecilton expressed interest when he said: "Is it a beautiful one?"

"All said the beautiful kind of hunting!" Alex growled intolerably, "It's the ugly mermaid last time! Haven't you seen it?"

"Hey." Cecil sniffed disgustingly. "That thing is disgusting, I don't want it."

Alex: "It was my hard work to catch it! Give it back to me if you don't want it!"

Cecil looked faintly: "I'm dead, how can I return it to you?"

"What?" Alex was stunned.

"In short, I don't want such an ugly mermaid. You should keep hunting by yourself." Cecil shook his head and was about to leave. Alex saw this and quickly grabbed her.

"There are good-looking!" He blurted out anxiously.

Cecil looked at him sideways, faint ripples in his blue eyes: "What?"

"There are good-looking ones, but it's not a mermaid." Alex said after hesitating, "...it's a snail."

Cecil curiously asked, "A good-looking snail?"

"No, to be precise, she should be called a snail girl..."

Alex's face was not very good, as if thinking of some bad memory: "...a beautiful woman who grows in a snail shell."