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Tianjia: Little Tentacle Monster Mu Si 4

◎His good child thrust a tentacle into his mouth◎

“No, no, no, master and Female Master carry different meanings.”

X tried hard to explain to the little tentacle monster.

The little tentacle monster had actually misunderstood what he said back then as wanting to be its Female Master.

How could he say such words to a juvenile tentacle monster, one he had raised as a cub?

Thinking that the little tentacle monster had misunderstood him for so many years, and that he had been such a perverted, disgraceful figure in the little tentacle monster’s eyes.

X grew restless, dying of embarrassment.

Mu Si did not understand the difference.

“It is clearly the exact same thing. In Tianjia, ‘master’ is ‘Female Master.’

“I have watched many Tianjia movies, I am not a little cub who understands nothing. You cannot trick me.”

With an aching head, X held his forehead.

If he had the ability to split, he would have cracked apart right now.

Right now he was full of regret.

Regret that he had said those words to the little tentacle monster in the beginning, and even more regret that he had given the little tentacle monster a terminal, allowing him to watch those bizarre movies.

“…Just pretend I never said those words.”

“But you clearly did!”

Mu Si was unhappy.

“Do you not want to raise me anymore? Is it because I eat too much?”

Mu Si did not want to switch keepers.

It was not easy for a tentacle monster to find a suitable keeper.

Although this Tianjia always placed too many restrictions on him, he remained a very good keeper.

Mu Si wanted to stay by his side.

For this, he was even willing to give up a few things.

Mu Si hesitated, struggling:

“Um, I can also eat a little less, or… I can hunt by myself!”

How could X bear to let his treasure eat less or hunt on his own?

The way the little tentacle monster tried hard to appear sensible just to stay by his side made his heart ache endlessly.

He picked up the little tentacle monster clinging to his arm, cupped it in front of him, and said earnestly:

“You do not need to wrong yourself to do anything. I will always feed you, take care of you, and protect you. This will never change.”

In the cognition of tentacle monsters, only offspring and manipulated gestators would forever provide for and protect oneself.

This Tianjia military officer was obviously not his offspring.

Nor was he manipulated by him.

Even in Tianjia society, the only ones Tianjia females would forever protect and care for were their males.

“But didn’t you say you don’t want to be my Female Master anymore?” Mu Si asked blankly.

Hearing this address once more from the little tentacle monster’s mouth, X’s face still couldn’t help burning hot.

“That kind of relationship isn’t the only one through which I can care for you. You can treat me as your… parent.”

X said in a low voice.

At the very beginning, he had actually raised the little tentacle monster as a pet.

An extremely unique and very cute little pet.

Having kept it for a long time, their feelings had also deepened.

They had long ceased to be merely keeper and pet.

He had even let the little tentacle monster burrow into his chest and step on his head. Even when sleeping at night, he allowed all ten-plus tentacles to wrap around his body.

Through countless days and nights of companionship, the little tentacle monster, to him, was actually no different from his own cub.

Parent.

This word made Mu Si feel close yet awkward.

Among tentacle monsters, offspring were required to provide for the host that gave them life, their “parent.”

Yet Mu Si did not want to provide for the Tianjia.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to look after this Tianjia, but rather…

If the Tianjia grew old and could no longer hunt on his own, he would bring the Tianjia under his protection, caring for him until the end of his life.

Yet it would not be an offspring providing for a host.

Instead, it would be another mode of care that Mu Si himself could not figure out.

Mu Si could not figure it out, but that did not stop him from rejecting the Tianjia being his parent.

“You are not my real parent. You are just a Tianjia who kidnapped me when I was three months old.”

Mu Si had a very good memory; he clearly remembered the Tianjia plugging his bottle opening and forcibly taking him away.

Too cute.

The watery little tentacle monster, looking so pitiful and aggrieved as he rejected him, was both pathetic and adorable.

X couldn’t help scooping him into his arms, cradling him against his chest to soothe him.

“I am sorry, baby. It was me who kidnapped you, forcibly making you my baby.”

The Tianjia apologized to him.

How was one supposed to reply when the other party apologized?

Mu Si recalled lines from movies and repeated:

“Oh, it doesn’t matter, don’t take it to heart. This isn’t your fault alone.”

Um…

Something seemed slightly off, but never mind.

“However, you are not allowed to call me ‘baby’!”

Mu Si said angrily, “I have a name. My name is Mu Si!”

“Mu… Si?” X was surprised.

The little tentacle monster had actually given himself a name.

A very cute name.

The Tianjia and Zergs shared the same origin, and even their languages shared many similarities.

For instance, in the Tianjia and Zerg languages, Si, or Si Si, carried meanings of treasure, darling, or baby.

The little tentacle monster had chosen a pleasant-sounding name for himself, yet its meaning was still baby.

X couldn’t help smiling, the corners of his mouth lifting as he said:

“Alright, my baby, um… my Si Si.”

Mu Si was barely satisfied.

However, in the end, they never reached a conclusion regarding the identities of “Female Master” versus “parent.”

Lifting the game time restrictions that Mu Si wanted was also not achieved.

Mu Si could only make full use of the pitifully short game time, striving to farm and construct infrastructure to build his base.

After three months of earnest building, Mu Si’s base had taken preliminary shape.

Yet Mu Si still felt it wasn’t enough.

It was too slow.

In the universe system, announcements continuously prompted that such-and-such fleet had eliminated such-and-such fleet, and such-and-such fleet’s ranking had risen by this much or that much.

This world was far too chaotic and dangerous, while the development of his own faction was far too slow.

An immense sense of crisis enveloped Mu Si.

The anxiety born of crisis urged Mu Si to develop rapidly.

Yet how could he quicken his pace of development?

Watching the robots in the base bustling back and forth, working strictly according to programmed settings, Mu Si faintly felt a sense of misalignment.

It shouldn’t be like this.

Robots could only work within the scope of their programming, plain and steady in every aspect without any outstanding features.

Their construction and production speeds were too slow, and their manufacturing costs were exorbitant, constantly requiring money while running.

What he needed was not robots.

He needed another kind of existence, one far more efficient and useful.

He needed offspring.

He needed… gestators.

The moment this thought surfaced, some deeply hidden switch within Mu Si’s body seemed to flip open, and the energy accumulated for so long surged violently.

Mu Si was once again forcibly booted offline.

It was not because the designated game time had expired, but because his mental fluctuations were too intense and the energy inside him raged, triggering the gaming pod’s safety protection mode.

At the same moment he logged out of the game, Mu Si felt his body rapidly expanding, bursting open the gaming pod in the blink of an eye.

Thick, translucent tentacles ran rampant through the room.

One moment ago, Mu Si was still a tiny tentacle monster that could slip inside a gaming pod.

The next moment, his limbs filled more than half the room.

“Reproduce… offspring…”

“Need… a gestator…”

“Ges… tator…”

X received a warning chime from his terminal: a high-hazard energy riot had occurred inside his quarters.

The little tentacle monster was still in his cabin.

X lost his composure, dropping everything in his hands and rushing back without pausing for a single second.

At a speed bordering on teleportation, he appeared right outside his quarters.

Just standing before the door, X felt a chilling, somber cold radiating from inside the cabin, carrying a faint sense of danger.

The sense of danger was not intense, meaning it was not fatal.

Of course, there was virtually nothing in this world capable of making an SSS-grade Tianjia feel a threat to his life.

Yet the sinister chill crawling up his spine seemed to forebode some sinister development.

The little tentacle monster was still inside, so X could not care about anything else.

Without the slightest hesitation, he kicked the cabin door open.

The room was pitch-black, the lighting systems having all been destroyed.

Light from the corridor spilled into the cabin, illuminating the doorway.

“Ges… tator…”

Before X could clearly see the interior of the quarters, several thick, translucent tentacles faintly tinged with pink reached out from the darkness.

These tentacles carried an unfamiliar yet familiar aura. Hesitation arose in X’s heart, and he did not strike.

In just that brief instant of hesitation, those thick tentacles wrapped around his waist, coiled around his legs, and dragged him into the room, into the darkness.

The door quietly slid shut, sealing the light outside.

Several tentacles blocked behind the door, sealing it dead shut.

“Si Si…”

X only managed to call out once before losing all voice.

Sleek tentacles bearing a light coating of mucus glided across his skin, and an exquisitely sweet scent diffused through the room.

A rich floral fragrance, a crisp fruity sweetness.

An aroma like fresh blossoms and orchard wood filled the entire room.

The blood throughout X’s body surged, his skin grew burning hot, yet his firm, powerful muscles relaxed uncontrollably.

X suddenly realized that what filled the room was not the scent of flowers and fruit, but pheromones.

At least in his perception, these were pheromones, the pheromones of a Tianjia male.

With potency so overwhelming that he could not resist, this could only belong to a Tianjia male of S-grade or above.

Moreover, it was… the legendary pureblood male.

How absurd.

Before him were clearly thick tentacles writhing and tangling together.

Yet his body identified this as a pureblood male of S-grade or above, spontaneously preparing to receive him.

X had unyielding willpower. Even though his body had spontaneously released pheromones in response, his consciousness still fought arduously to stay awake, refusing to cave.

He was clearly aware that this was his Si Si, the little tentacle monster he had raised.

His little tentacle monster had reached adulthood.

And having grown up, the little tentacle monster had truly turned into the appearance he least wished to see.

That rebellious form from his dream, the one that attacked him and laid hands on him.

“Si Si, be good, let me go.”

X still tried to reason with the tentacle monster.

He believed his tentacle monster was merely rebellious for a moment, fundamentally a good child.

However, in the very next moment, his good child thrust a tentacle into his mouth.

It pried open his mouth before he could close it, plugging it completely.

X widened his eyes in stunned astonishment.

He could not believe the little tentacle monster he had raised with his own hands would do such an offensive thing to him.

He wanted to shout at it and lecture it sternly, but he was gagged so thoroughly that he couldn’t speak a single word.

Worse still, the tentacle inside his mouth continuously emitted pheromones, causing pheromones to overflow through his own body as well.

X’s body trembled under the assault of the pheromones.

On top of that, his keen senses let him distinctly hear his pheromones dripping onto the tentacles on the floor.

X was so ashamed he practically wanted to die.

Stop fooling around, Si Si, let me go quickly.

I know you can hear me.

Retract your tentacles obediently right now, and I can act as if nothing ever happened.

Thoughts churned urgently in X’s mind.

Tentacle monsters were exceptionally sensitive to mental fluctuations.

They could capture certain strong inner thoughts.

“Won’t… let go…”

Mu Si nuzzled against X intimately, crawling and burrowing all over his body just like when he was young.

Except, he was already countless times thicker than during his youth.

And X, thoroughly restrained, could no longer stop him from venturing into forbidden zones that were never permitted.