The Abyssal Tentacle and His Moonlight

Wen Shuo woke up after someone hit him with a club. His body had been ruined by poison, the tumor in his head could burst at any moment, and his company had gone bankrupt while his friends had betrayed him long ago. He felt like he could kill someone.

But what's with the adorable little tentacles beside his bed?

So springy, so plump, wriggling as if begging to be touched.

But the tentacles that were about to brush against Wen Shuo were mercilessly shoved away. The one who did it pulled Wen Shuo into their arms, expressionless. “Get away. He's mine.”

Getting jealous of yourself. Well, that's something.

But they didn't care. They were only jealous of themselves. Was there a problem with that? As for the people who suddenly regretted their choices and came crawling back, claiming they wanted to “save” Wen Shuo, they were just trash from the deep sea, incapable of making even the slightest ripple.

“Do you like them, or do you like me?” they asked, pointing at their tentacles.

Wen Shuo: “...” Whatever makes you happy.

A tentacled nonhuman gong who gets jealous only of himself and looks down on all other creatures x a shou who is resolute despite his disability in the beginning, and strong enough to lift mountains later on, when he isn't even human anymore.

Theme: Love helps us treasure one another more.