My Boyfriend Has Tentacles

Chapter 2

The next morning.

Half asleep, I was lifted from bed, and someone began brushing my teeth for me.

“Spit it out.”

I instinctively obeyed and obediently spat out the water.

My head lolled to the side, and I fell asleep against his shoulder again.

He sighed and said something.

Then something soft pried open my teeth and took away the remaining water.

I instinctively chewed twice.

???

I suddenly jolted awake.

When I realized what was in my mouth, I immediately spat it out.

“Ptui! Ptui! Ptui!”

“You... you!”

I was about to unleash a string of curses, but he spoke quickly and anxiously.

“I was afraid you'd choke. You never spit everything out properly...”

Never?!

After discovering that Adrian had basically maxed out all his housekeeping skills, I'd forced him to help me wash up every morning so I could sleep a little longer.

And now you're telling me that this is how I get my mouth cleaned every day?

No.

I need a moment.

I hurriedly wolfed down a couple of bites before trying to rush out the door.

But Adrian scooped me straight into his arms with a tentacle.

“W-what are you doing?”

I pressed my hands against the man's chest, doing my best to keep some distance between us.

“Don't you have much of an appetite? I'll feed you.”

He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew gently on it, and brought it to my lips.

I turned my head away and pressed my lips tightly together.

I secretly regretted everything.

Why did I ever teach him this habit?!

Back then, just to win him over, I'd endlessly demanded all kinds of intimate treatment from him.

Besides making food for me, he also had to feed me.

At first, Adrian had obviously resisted, always using his tentacles to push me away.

But the guy was addicted to cooking.

And he loved watching people eat what he'd made.

If he didn't feed me, I wouldn't eat.

If I didn't eat, he'd have no choice but to panic.

And thus, little Adrian was successfully trained!

Gradually, he got used to it.

Eventually, he'd take the initiative to feed me every time.

But now, big sister has a fox.

Big sister doesn't need you anymore!

I struggled with both hands and feet before finally jumping down.

“No, no, I'm fine. I can eat by myself.”

Then I turned around and headed straight for the door.

Suddenly, he called after me.

“Wait. Today's one.”

Then he closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, looking as though he were marching bravely toward his own execution.

I couldn't help but marvel.

I'd trained him too well.

I'd once demanded that he give me a goodbye kiss every day before I left the house.

If he forgot, I'd refuse to taste whatever new dish he'd made.

So he was always extremely proactive about it.

I gave an awkward little laugh.

“No, no. You don't have to do any of that anymore.”

His eyelashes trembled.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and stared deeply at me.

I felt uncomfortable under his gaze and hurriedly turned around and ran.

And so I didn't see what happened the next second.

—The tentacles went absolutely berserk.

The table overturned.

Bowls shattered.

Porridge splashed all over the floor.

Only the chair Adrian was sitting on remained perfectly intact.