After the Bottom-Of-The-Class Hehuan Sect Disciple Picks Up a Tentacle Wife

[Gentle, unhinged seme with more schemes than a lotus pod × clingy, straightforward tentacle uke who doesn’t realize he’s flirting]

The Hehuan Sect is infamous: a shameless, depraved, vulgar sect whose cultivation relies entirely on unspeakable practices.

The one exception is Shen Qichi, the sect’s lowest-ranked disciple. He is in his early twenties, at the prime of his life, without a shred of cultivation, yet still a virgin.

He has a handsome, dashing appearance, an easygoing, carefree air, and natural charm. Yet despite having crossed paths with countless beauties, he has never let a single leaf cling to him.

The entire sect can only sigh in dismay.

Shen Qichi refuses to cultivate by draining others, and he is unwilling to spend years cultivating only to have the sect leader steal his power and turn him into a puppet, a pig or dog kept by the sect. He won’t let his cultivation and life become stepping stones on the sect leader’s road to power. So he painstakingly lays his plans over many years, and at last gets his wish: the sect leader casts him into a secret realm, giving him a sliver of hope for survival.

Then a mountain spirit snatches him away to get married.

The little tentacle monster has only just taken human form and looks not yet of age. His long hair is unbound, falling like an ink-black waterfall to his waist. It sets off his pale little face, making him look like a small handful of snow that could melt at any moment.

When he curls up in Shen Qichi’s arms, he buries his face in the hollow of Shen Qichi’s neck, his nose resting against Shen Qichi’s collarbone. His breathing is light, his back arches into a snug curve, and his whole body nestles between Shen Qichi’s chest and stomach, as comfortable as if he were asleep in his own home.

As the saying goes, when you’re the knife and I’m the meat, what can you do? Shen Qichi, with barely any cultivation, lets out a long sigh and can only obey the terrifying great demon, becoming his human cat bed.

Then he gathers the vines winding around his body into his arms one by one and cuddles them close along with the drowsy little tentacle monster.

He even braids his hair on the side.

Later.

Guanshan Ai’s ink-waterfall hair is a tangled mess, and his pupils are unfocused beneath trembling lashes.

His limp tentacles sprawl across the ground, struggling to escape.

Shen Qichi stands a short distance away, his clothes immaculate and expression composed, smiling as casually as ever.

He has only one tentacle curled around his fingertip.

With a constitution like that, how could he dare marry someone from the Hehuan Sect?

[Reader’s guide]

1. Shen Qichi × Guanshan Ai. The Hehuan Sect disciple is the seme; the tentacle monster is the uke.

2. Pampered seme and adorable uke, devoted to each other in body and heart. A story centered on the couple.

3. The uke’s tentacles follow Lovecraftian conventions: they exist in the void, and their number is infinite. No need to worry about where they’re attached.

4. The tentacles are like spirit companions in a sentinel-guide setting. Each one has its own thoughts, but not many.

Theme: Love makes even mountains and seas seem flat.