A sweet short story.
The evil god attack that I always miss and the tentacles that I always shy about
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Cthulhu gently placed Chi Mu on the bed and looked at him affectionately.
Chi Mu closed his eyes shyly, and the tentacles twisted together uneasily, like a mess.
Cthulhu gently stroked Chi Mu's cheek, fingertips lightly touched his lips, and said in a low voice with a hint of bewitchment, "Don't be nervous, little tentacle."
Chi Mu felt his heart beating faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
Cthulhu lowered his head and kissed his lips, gently prying open his teeth, and the tip of his tongue deftly penetrated his mouth, entangled with his.
The temperature in the room gradually increased, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.
Chi Mu's tentacles twisted restlessly, and finally couldn't resist the temptation and shyly wrapped around Cthulhu's arm.
Intention: Say goodbye to Moerer, and have fireworks every year