A Tentacle Has Been Inside Muzan’s Belly Too

An absolute menace of a beauty, a strong person who never gets in their own head, and the loneliness that comes from it (maybe). What taught him to love was...

The eggs that tentacles left inside his body.

[Please give this one a collection, meow!] [Upcoming novel: Tentacles Have Also Been Inside Toji's Belly. Blurb at the very bottom.]

As a tentacle who couldn't be bothered with anything, it molded itself a human body and chose to become a doctor.

That was the beginning of a life of misery.

After years of practicing medicine, the tentacle encountered a troublesome patient.

An aristocratic young master with a beautiful face, a frail constitution, a truly atrocious temper, and a knack for making a scene at the doctor's office.

Tentacle: ...What a miserable life.

The tentacle decided to do something to relieve the oppressive monotony of its life.

The young master said he was cold. The tentacle had no shortage of liquids that could warm him up if he drank them. The young master hurt all over after taking a few steps. The tentacle was great at massages and treatments.

He wanted to go outside, but he was too sickly to walk on his own. No problem. The tentacle could weave a tentacle outfit and put it on him. The clothes would carry him around, and nobody would notice, even in a crowd.

Unorthodox, downright sinister treatments, but they worked.

The tentacle believed it had treated the young master fairly, and only left once he was more or less cured.

When they met again, the frail beauty had become the Demon King. Aside from his face becoming even more beautiful, everything else about him had gotten worse.

The Demon King tried to kill him on sight, extending inhuman spikes of blood and flesh.

The tentacle was shocked, then delighted. “So you're a tentacle too!”

And one with barbs, no less!

But...

“You're still so weak.” The tentacle shed its human skin and revealed its true form, its limbs brushing across the other's face.

The familiar scent of tentacle slime reminded Muzan of the two years he had spent being humiliated. Two whole years.

The tentacle pinched his cheek.

“Why do you still tremble whenever you see me?”

*The tentacle's family background is the same as in my Sukuna story. You don't need to have read it to understand this one; just know that this tentacle is Sukuna's kid. The previous story's characters barely appear.

*I mostly wanted to write a little about Sukuna and Muzan's mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship. (What an outrageous thing to say.)

Upcoming novel: Tentacles Have Also Been Inside Toji's Belly

After Fushiguro Sumire died, she discovered that she had come back to life, no longer human and now sprouting soft tentacles.

She had become... a monster.

Her life had been a mix of misfortune and a little good luck. Her marriage failed, but her daughter stayed with her. Her family had some money, so she had no trouble making ends meet. She hadn't planned to remarry, but then she met a man willing to join her family, and they had a son.

The siblings got along well and were sweet and obedient. Her husband had been out of work at first, but soon got his life on track.

A few years later, though, she died of an illness.

Fushiguro Sumire looked at her translucent tentacles and the vague, fragmented memories in her mind.

She watched her husband, who had finally put his life back together, fall apart again after her death, living in ruin and without a shred of dignity.

This wouldn't do.

She had to do something.

No matter what it took, she had to get him back on his feet.

She looked at her tentacle-monster body and fell into deep thought.

As she tried different things, Fushiguro Sumire discovered that her husband had quite a background. His life was nothing like hers: it was more like a modern urban fantasy story.

That could work...

Becoming a top-notch assassin who hunted cursed spirits and took down curse users involved in urban crime was a positive way to turn his life around, too.

He could be Batman. Who doesn't like Batman?

Then Fushiguro Sumire saw that her husband had accepted a contract to assassinate the Gojo clan's heir.

Fushiguro: “...”

That's a person! What about Tsumiki and Megumi's background checks if you do this?

She reached out with her tentacles, clinging to him and refusing to let go, determined to undo all of this.

She got tangled up in the wrong place, but at least she managed to stop her husband.

Fushiguro Toji knew that the dead could not come back to life.

His wife had probably become a monster.

But when he heard her voice again, he still softened.

His wife... didn't seem to be a cursed spirit.

His wife's obsession seemed to be making sure he lived well.

Would she still exist after that obsession faded?

Fushiguro tried for a long time, sweet-talking him and humiliating him in equal measure. She even ate so much to replenish herself that she regained her human form, but her husband still lounged around doing nothing by her side.

There was only one last resort.

Fushiguro thought about herself.

Pregnancy had been painful, but it had also brought hope and happiness.

“Let's have triplets in our next life, Toji.”

The man wrapped in her tentacles let her feel his chest muscles, apparently not hearing her. “What?”

“I said I want triplets. You can carry them next time.” His wife looked sweet and bashful.

Upcoming novel: Want Some Mint?

Bo Qing was a mint plant that had gained human form at the foot of a snowy mountain. As times changed, he moved out of his old home and bought a small courtyard in the suburbs.

One day, a tenant moved in.

He paid generously, was quick on his feet, and toured attractions like a special forces soldier, always busy from morning to night. Bo Qing had only needed to space out for a moment, and the tenant had already renovated his courtyard until it looked brand-new.

Bo Qing: “...”

The tenant was traveling alone and wanted a pet to keep him company.

Bo Qing was slowly thinking over what kind of low-maintenance animal he could keep in the courtyard when he saw a handsome, upright man point to a potted plant in the corner. “Could I have one? I want to raise it.”

Bo Qing watched him carry off his true form. “...?”

Sheng Yixiao had spent half his life working himself to the bone in a big city in the east, and finally ended up in the hospital.

After being discharged, he decided to travel far and wide. Passing through a certain place, he saw a young man lounging in a wicker chair and sunbathing. Sunlight filtered through the vine leaves and fell in fragments on his exotic cloak, making the scene look like a painting.

What a leisurely life.

He decided to stay there for a while.

The young man became his landlord. The landlord lived alone year-round, but was terribly careless about his life, and Sheng Yixiao couldn't help cleaning up. He kept cleaning, and cleaning, and cleaning...

Life was relaxing and enjoyable, and he even got a pot of mint from his landlord to keep by the window.

After that, the beautiful young man began appearing in front of him from time to time.

Blue sky and white clouds, green vines and red earth. The wind swept through the courtyard, carrying the young man's scent.

Sheng Yixiao hugged the mint and sniffed it, then looked at the young man.

Landlord, you smell so good...

Bo Qing didn't understand what humans were thinking. He was patient and believed he would get his true form back someday.

One day, after patiently waiting for a kiss and a cuddle to finish, he suddenly noticed that one of the leaves on his true form was missing.

There was a leaf in the water glass.

The human had developed an astonishing appetite for mint. He seemed to have endless mint recipes to try, and he also loved holding Bo Qing close to smell and kiss him.

Bo Qing: “...”

“You can't eat that...” He was still slow to speak. After being kissed many times, his face had turned red before he managed to continue. “Why not eat me instead? I taste like mint too.”

* A 2,600-year-old, slow-moving mint-scented landlord x a traveler who spends his whole life working himself to the bone and rushing around.

Theme: Stay positive even when faced with illness.