Tentacles and the Young Master

After the wasteland powerhouse Ning Qingfeng perished alongside the great boss, not even a trace of her remained. All that was left was an indescribable spirit entity, sticky and gooey, acting on instinct alone. It transmigrated to a female-dominant world on the eve of the Red Moon.

The spirit had eight tentacles, all thick and nimble, but... they didn't look human.

With only chaotic instincts left, the tentacles could only copy the appearance of a nearby corpse: a limping, disfigured, gambling, drinking, and whoring piece of trash from the lower district.

Just as the little tentacles were fretting over their incurable injuries, a pampered, delicate, gorgeous young master from a wealthy family appeared before them, so soft he looked like you could pinch water from him.

Most importantly, adorable little white strands of spirit energy wafted from him, their scent irresistible. The tentacles couldn't help stirring.

[He looks like a little mushroom. Eat him.] the tentacles thought.

That very night, she seized her chance and dragged the innocent, naive young master back to the shabby little house where she had made her nest.

The next morning, faced with the young master covered in marks, his eyes swollen like walnuts, the tentacles felt their heart stir.

So cute, she thought.

I want him to cry more, too.

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Harvesting little mushrooms sustainably requires a lot of care.

1. Keep them clean and tidy, free of mud, damage, browning, and black spots.

Beneath the Red Moon, countless people mutated and fell into depravity, their howls and screams echoing through the night.

Only the little mushroom in the broken-down house remained fair and lovely, naive and foolish, still dreaming of escaping the wretched commoners and returning to the prosperous upper district.

2. Always clear away shameless parasites who try to lay claim to your pretty little mushroom.

Whether it's the Lord of Appetite, who rules the City of Dusk; the Blood Moon Cult, which claims only sacrifice can save the world; or the director of the Empire's First Anomaly Management Bureau, who tries to rescue the little mushroom...

These parasites disturb the little mushroom in her backyard.

Crush every last one of them.

3. Provide a damp, suitable environment with plenty of nutrients.

The little mushroom has grown up, sprouting countless long, winding mycelia. But the fussy little thing clings tightly to her strong, sturdy tentacles and rubs against them. "I only want to scatter my mycelia over your tentacles..."

In that case, let her tentacles and her influence spread across the whole world.

Then the little mushroom can grow wherever he wants.

[Reading Guide]

1. Female-dominant world, truly female-dominant, with no concern for logic or morality.

2. The heroine is rotten to the core and loves harvesting her beloved little mushroom. Don't judge her by human morality.

3. A lifetime of devotion to the delicate one who fell into the mortal world.

4. Blurb written on 2024.03.30, screenshot saved.

Theme: Strive upward.