After Being Raised by a Monster [Nonhuman]

[Coming Soon: I Found a Damp, Brooding Boy [Nonhuman], Blurb Below] The monster Roy has not been feeling well lately. On a friend's advice, he started keeping a human. She is so fragile. She eats so little, is so weak, and gets hurt and bleeds at the drop of a hat. He is always afraid she will die. For the sake of her life, Roy has no choice but to set her free. For the sake of her safety, Roy always follows behind her. She catches fish, and Roy lets them go. She picks fruit, and Roy puts it back. She seems not to have noticed him at all. Cute. I like her. Roy thinks he could keep her for hundreds of years. - Lisa, a nearsighted little artist, transmigrates into the pet of a giant octopus monster. After finally accepting the fact that she is being kept, she plans to eat, drink, and wait to die of old age. But less than a month later, she is cruelly abandoned. She begins a primitive struggle for survival in another world with a tiny jellyfish she found, looking for water, gathering food, and doing her best to learn. She only wants to start a fire, but the humanoid natives mistake her for a shaman... But can anyone tell her why she keeps seeing traces of her "former owner" everywhere? - A gentle, everyday story featuring: a big Roy and a silly Roy, a rotten Roy and an anthropomorphic Roy. No matter what form the monster takes, he loves little Lisa deeply. Make a sentence using pet, owner, and lover. #MyPetIsMyOwnerAndLaterBecameMyLover# [Reading Guide] 1. An alternate modern world / nonhuman romance. 2. Giant jellyfish X ordinary human (the male lead can change the size and shape of his body). 3. The main story is told in third person. 4. This story is entirely fictional and is neither scientific nor rigorous. Please don't take it too seriously. If anything makes you uncomfortable, stop reading. I Found a Damp, Brooding Boy [Nonhuman] You found a black-haired boy in the pouring rain and brought him home. He was filthy, covered in wounds, and had a collar and tag around his neck. [, Use Me] In the 31st century, someone wearing a tag like that cannot be called a person. He is a piece of furniture. In short, he is an abandoned insectoid. You are very satisfied with your new "furniture." Every day, you come home to a freshly prepared meal. Someone washes and hangs up your clothes for you, and you never have to worry about housework again. You grow so naturally accustomed to using him. Outside the rules, you develop feelings for him that you are not allowed to have. You begin a secret relationship. He is pale and beautiful, fragile yet resilient, considerate and attentive. He is a wonderful boyfriend, and you like him very much. The one thing your new boyfriend can't handle is cockroaches. When you clean up those little pests that are everywhere, he even trembles all over, his eyes brimming with tears. Oh, it's a harmless little problem, you think... After all, he really is a coward. Until you realize that he comes and goes at odd hours, with suggestive bruises and all kinds of strange wounds on his body. His vague answers make you start to wonder. After this happens several times, you ask to break up. But you regret it right away. Where else could he go... You begin giving each other the silent treatment. Dark, watchful eyes are everywhere. A scorching gaze sinks deep into your bones. Theme: Warm companionship is eternity.