Eight Tentacles, and My Wife Loves Them~

This one is a little angsty. It was written as an extra, so enter with caution, everyone.

Dark-skinned, red-eyed sentinel top with skin hunger x blond, blue-eyed guide bottom

Big difference in build and skin tone

The young master of the Lu family awakened as an SS-rank sentinel!

The young master of the Lu family entered the White Tower.

The young master of the Lu family failed to find a matched guide, lost control, and was locked away.

Deep in the White Tower's prison, Lu Shiting drifted between lucidity and unconsciousness.

Whenever he passed out, he dreamed of someone. He himself was a strange black shadow, so to avoid scaring the other person, he turned himself into a taro-purple pudding octopus.

That person was so warm, and he liked him so much. He couldn't help clinging to him, and after he fell asleep, he'd let his tentacles grow larger.

But someone was always picking on that person. It was annoying, so he took care of them for him.

Three years later, Lu Shiting slowly opened his eyes, his pupils like red gemstones.

A sentinel's extraordinary senses let him catch the other's scent at once. Just one whiff, and he was already

*

Xu Tuzhi used to live at the mercy of others. He never expected that one day he would awaken as an S-rank guide.

As he looked at the White Tower before him, his instincts told him something was waiting for him there.

He instinctively felt around in his pocket, but the little octopus had disappeared somewhere. With its temper, if it saw him with someone else, it would probably get so mad it spat ink.

But he had to make something of himself.

*

The alarm blared.

Lu Shiting strolled out of the prison. The enormous pressure of his black dragon spirit form made everyone afraid to approach.

His scarlet eyes locked onto Xu Tuzhi.

A white divine bird spirit form appeared behind Xu Tuzhi. Their spirit forms, in full view of the crowd, moved before their owners did...

*

The young master of the Lu family has been let out.

The young master of the Lu family is terrifying!

Terrifying? I clearly saw him tugging at his guide's sleeve and swaying back and forth, begging for attention.

Reader advisory: Contains original worldbuilding

Upcoming novel, "I Hooked Up with My Archrival"

Fu Shiting is A City's most dazzling wild rose. He has a handsome, striking face, broad shoulders, long legs, and a strong waist. He's flamboyant, proud, and loyal.

After taking over the family business, he made it a roaring success.

That's when everyone realized some people might look like pretty ornaments, but they're actually the real deal.

Plenty of people curried favor with him.

The rest curried favor with Fu Shiting's archrival, Cheng Yingshen.

The two couldn't be more different.

Cheng Yingshen is steady and reserved. He gives off just two impressions: dependable and cold.

He's always in a suit, with even the top button of his shirt fastened.

They clash fiercely in business.

Every time they meet, they compete to come out on top.

Except at family gatherings, where they pretend to be best friends, draping arms around each other's necks and waists in front of their elders.

Cheng Yingshen: "I stole Shiting's business? Not at all. He gave it to me as a birthday present."

Fu Shiting: "I stole Yingshen's person? Not at all. Yingshen saw I was short on talent in that area, so he sent them over especially for me."

They smiled as they said this to their elders, then turned their backs and furiously insulted each other over text.

Fu Shiting thought he and Cheng Yingshen would keep fighting like this until the day one of them finally won.

But he never expected that an accident would land them in bed together.

Fu Shiting stared at Cheng Yingshen in shock. "Ha! I win this time. I'm on top, and you're on the bottom!"

Cheng Yingshen got dressed on shaky legs. "I win. I'm the one on top, and you're on the bottom!"

Fu Shiting thought it over, then grinned. It didn't matter, anyway. He was the one inside.

Theme: Work hard at life, and work hard to become a better version of yourself.