[The main story is written in third person]
A year ago, I died alongside a supernatural creature to save my wife. Even in the abyss, I never gave up hope. I fought my way through a third of it and finally found the path back to the human world.
The moment I got back, I went to find my darling wife. But he didn't recognize me. He even hit me with a stick. Then, after he realized it was me, he ran away. I was so sad. All eight of my little tentacles were sad!
Was he lying when he said he loved me?
The following is a firsthand account from a certain famously beautiful bottom who shall remain unnamed.
Don't listen to his nonsense. This is what actually happened that night:
He was originally 180 centimeters tall, slender, and human in appearance. But the thing making a racket in my living room that night was over 190 centimeters tall, with eight huge tentacles writhing behind it and poking a hole in the ceiling. It was perfectly normal that I didn't recognize him, right?
Supernatural creatures are running rampant, and there's no trust between people anymore. I heard a noise outside and grabbed a stick to defend myself. Totally normal, right?
When a tentacle lunged at me, it was perfectly normal to block it, right?
When I realized it was him, I thought I was going crazy. So I went to get a mental suppressant. That's perfectly normal too, right?
When I came back after taking the suppressant, he had run away. I thought I really had gone crazy. What a jerk!
And... your tentacles are not one bit small!
Reading guide:
1. Top-focused story. A powerful top who isn't quite right in the head after returning from hell but still loves the bottom dearly, paired with a beautiful bottom who looks calm but often gets so mad he bites the top's little tentacles.
Theme: Love brings us together
