Jean clenched his fists tightly as he stepped into the darkened bedroom.
Based on his past experiences, he already had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen.
Jerome’s preferences in bed were destructive and sadistic.
On days when Jean wasn’t feeling well, Jerome would occasionally show a bit of tenderness, but otherwise, he would always push Jean to his limits until he passed out.
On those nights when the relentless pleasure became unbearable, fainting almost felt like a relief.
Now, Jean’s body ached all over, unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure.
“What on earth did he prepare this time, even turning off the lights…?”
It would’ve been a lie to say he didn’t want to run away at that moment.
But when Jerome mentioned that he had prepared a gift for him amidst his busy schedule, Jean’s heart wavered.
Perhaps Jerome was finally becoming somewhat civilized, Jean thought, feeling a hint of pride.
Lost in these emotions, Jean’s thoughts were interrupted by a rustling sound in the darkness.
As he squinted into the blackness, Jerome’s voice broke through.
“Can you guess what your present is?”
“Did you bring back some rare Rachmoli from the north?”
“That’s too predictable.”
“…Then is it a rare out-of-print book?”
“Nope. I’ll give you a hint—it’s something incredibly cute.”
The moment Jerome offered this explanation, Jean’s expression turned icy.
After all the time he’d spent with Jerome, he knew better than anyone.
What ordinary people considered cute and what Jerome deemed cute were worlds apart.
Sensing danger, Jean tried to turn and leave, but something wet wrapped around his ankle in the darkness.
Just as he fell forward, the lights flickered on.
Squelch, squelch…
Jean’s face turned pale as he looked down to see a pink tentacle firmly gripping his ankle, as if to stop him from escaping.
Of course, he thought bitterly. In the corner of the bedroom was a creature—a pink tentacle monster.
Its translucent pink flesh, lined with visible veins, and its dozens of writhing limbs were enough to make Jean’s head spin.
“This crazy bastard.”
While Jean froze in disbelief, Jerome calmly extended a finger to a tentacle that was slithering up his shoulder.
He chuckled, as if it were the cutest thing in the world, while the tentacle eagerly sucked on his finger.
Jean, still in shock, finally found his voice.
“What the hell is that?”
“A modified cave slime. Isn’t it adorable?”
“…”
“They’re usually bred as ornamental pets… but in the underworld, they have other uses. I figured you might feel lonely when I’m away.”
‘I’m not lonely. Not even a little bit. If anything, the days you’re away feel like a vacation.’
Jean’s thoughts swirled in disbelief.
What kind of brain did Jerome have to think it was a good idea to buy something like this and bring it into their home?
He was on the verge of losing it.
Before he could react further, one of the tentacles began kneading his calf with a strange, subtle strength, making him gasp and instinctively lean forward. Jerome smiled.
“Looks like you like it.”
“Who in their right mind would like a gift like this?!”
“Relax a bit. This species is unique—it secretes a special slime that can seduce females. When it touches your skin…”
The tentacle crept up from his ankle to his chest, pausing as if to meet Jean’s gaze.
With a soft pop, the end of the tentacle split open, dripping a sticky mucus that quickly soaked into Jean’s skin.
His nipples hardened instantly, and a strange sensation akin to needing to urinate spread below his navel.
Flushing a deep red, Jean tried to pull his knees together, but the tentacle gripped his ankles tightly, spreading his legs apart.
Caught off guard, Jean let out a whimper, his head bowing in shame.
“Ah, w-what is this… ngh…”
“It’s involuntary. You’re getting turned on, aren’t you?”
“You… you bastard…”
“Where else can you find a husband who buys such an expensive self-pleasure device for his spouse’s satisfaction?”
The tentacle, which had been teasing the front of Jean’s trousers, turned towards Jerome, as if seeking approval.
Smiling brightly, Jerome reached out and pulled down Jean’s pants.
Exposed, Jean trembled, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Don’t… don’t do this…”
The larger tentacles held his legs in place, while thinner ones extended to toy with his nipples.
They didn’t just lick—they bit hard enough to hurt, their skilled movements making Jean stifle curses as his body jerked involuntarily.
One particularly sharp tentacle pierced the center of his nipple, injecting something before slowly withdrawing. Jerome observed with fascination.
“So this species stimulates milk production if there’s none to begin with. It’s not about consumption—it’s the act itself that matters to them.”
“Ahh… it hurts… it hurts…”
“Just a little longer. It’ll be over soon.”
Tears welled up in Jean’s eyes.
Jerome, who had been watching intently, suddenly cupped Jean’s face and pressed a kiss to his flushed cheek.
Meanwhile, a tentacle slithered up Jean’s thigh, probing at the folds of skin near a certain sensitive area.
Its menacing presence made Jean’s face twist with fear, his breathing ragged.
Jerome, reveling in his reaction, murmured with dark amusement.
“If that thing goes in, it’ll probably tear your insides apart.”
“…”
“It might even go in one end and come out the other—like a skewer.”
Jean shuddered at the graphic description, a hiccup escaping his lips.
Just as the tentacle began to press insistently against him, Jean lost control and wet himself, his pinkish length dribbling helplessly.
Jerome casually tapped the trembling organ with his finger before forcibly removing the tentacle.
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Jerome said, “You’re not a child. Wetting yourself, really?”
“I hate this… I’m okay with anything as long as it’s with you, but… not this. Please, no more.”
“…”
“It’s… scary…”
As the detached tentacle squirmed menacingly, Jean clung to Jerome’s neck in desperation.
Thousands of thoughts, all screaming “He’s so adorably helpless I could eat him alive,” flooded Jerome’s mind.
In truth, seeing Jean like this was the real reason he’d spent so much on the creature.
But his attention shifted when he noticed Jean’s swollen nipples.
Lowering his head, Jerome pressed his lips to one, sucking gently.
Jean, startled by the sensation, tilted his head back.
Pulling away, Jerome studied Jean’s chest with a curious expression, squeezing gently. “Look at this, honey.”
Jean, who had been squeezing his eyes shut, opened them hesitantly.
Following Jerome’s gaze, he looked down to see milky fluid dripping from his reddened nipples.
Jerome squeezed harder, watching the white liquid squirt out, and murmured with delight.
“Looks like we’re feasting tonight.”
Jean’s face went pale as a sheet.
After the tentacle incident, Jean began treating Jerome as though he didn’t exist.
Even Jerome’s repeated apologies couldn’t ease his frustration.
This time, Jean wanted to give the endlessly perverse Jerome, who always exceeded his imagination, a taste of his own medicine.
It wasn’t until dinner, amidst Jean’s icy demeanor, that Jerome finally realized the gravity of the situation.
Glancing nervously at Jean, Jerome cautiously started speaking.
“I was going to sell the tentacle since you said you didn’t need it anymore.”
“……”
“I’m sorry for ignoring you when you begged me to stop and kept sucking on it.”
“……”
“But let’s not forget that every time I did, you tightened up—”
Bang!
Jean slammed his utensils onto the table with a chilling expression.
Across from him, the primordial evil, who had been devouring food messily in a way that defied the manners of their dining hall, suddenly paused, sensing the tension.
The ancient creature glanced between Jerome and Jean, uneasily shifting.
With a heavy sigh, Jean rubbed his throbbing temples, overwhelmed by the impossibility of managing the two of them alone.
Noticing Jean’s distress, the primordial evil stretched out its small hand toward him.
“A-ah…”
The creature gently patted Jean’s head with a tiny hand, giggling.
Jean, who had been staring at the creature in surprise, gave a faint smile.
Tenderly, he wiped away the food smeared around its mouth.
The butler, who had entered the banquet hall late and assessed the atmosphere, cleared his throat and addressed the room.
“Speaking of which, there’s a royal harvest festival being held at the plaza today. Perhaps the two of you might enjoy going out together for a change?”
At the suggestion, Jerome’s previously gloomy face lit up visibly.
However, Jean silently shook his head. Now that the primordial evil was here, both of them couldn’t leave the house at the same time.
As if on cue, the creature whined to be held, and Jean picked it up, cradling it in his arms.
The primordial evil clung affectionately to Jean, who absentmindedly caressed it.
Jerome, watching the scene with a bored expression, rested his chin on his hand and quipped.
“You’re overprotective. Kids grow up faster when they spend time away from their parents.”
“They still need time to adjust to the new environment.”
“Oh, so now you’re talking to me.”
“I wasn’t answering. I was refuting.”
Their gazes met and locked in mid-air.
After a moment, Jerome took a sip of his wine, studying Jean.
“That kid’s only staying for another week.”
“……”
“I’m just worried you’ll get too attached and end up hurt.”
Jean’s hands trembled slightly as he held the primordial evil closer.
His face darkened, and the creature, noticing his shift in mood, curiously stroked his cheek.
Jean knew Jerome was right—the child would be gone in a few days.
He shouldn’t let himself grow too attached.
But when the primordial evil begged for hugs with such innocence, Jean couldn’t help but be reminded of his own childhood.
Back then, he had learned archery and taken care of the household, all in a futile attempt to earn his father’s love.
As the somber atmosphere thickened, the butler hurriedly approached Jerome after speaking with a maid.
After hearing the butler’s words, Jerome nodded calmly.
A moment later, an unexpected guest entered through the door, and Jean’s eyes widened in shock.
