Summoned a God by Mistake, Now He Won’t Go Back - Chapter 42

He did it to draw out that helpless expression, to wring those sounds from her voice. And the results were more than satisfying. She gasped and panted, spilling lewd cries without restraint.

Forgiving a mere human—wasn’t that a disgrace to a great being?

The doubt that had lingered in the back of his mind vanished completely. This was a voice he could only hear because he hadn’t punished her on a whim.

Maybe situations like this would arise again in the future, but at least when it came to Fay, showing mercy didn’t seem like a loss. Smiling, Alnazir bit gently at her ear.

“If I put my c**k in you like this, do you think you’d really break?”

“I would! If you put it in now, I’ll definitely—mm—break for real!”

Fay shook her head violently.

“Could you be satisfied with just being touched?”

Alnazir put on a deliberately gentlemanly air, as if he truly meant not to force himself inside her. Instead, he turned her chin and kissed her.

Her soft lips and pliant tongue yielded helplessly to his touch. Whimpering sounds filled the bathroom.

“I—I’m dizzy. My head’s spinning.”

It wasn’t even an aggressive kiss, yet Fay struggled to breathe. No matter how she tried to calm herself, the heat trapped in her body wouldn’t fade. She herself had cast the spell to keep the bathwater hot, after all.

Trying to cool down, she leaned as far out of the tub as she could, hooking her raised leg over the edge and lifting her arms from the water.

While she struggled to steady herself, a thick finger slipped back into her. And yet—something was wrong. One of his hands was holding her chin, the other stroking her stomach.

Then what was it, lurking around her entrance, probing for an opening?

“Eek!”

Fay looked beneath the water and screamed. It was a black tentacle extending from near Alnazir’s waist.

He’d said he wouldn’t put his c**k inside her—and instead, he was trying to insert a tentacle. Startled, Fay lifted her hips, but it was a futile struggle. The tentacle slid easily between her thighs as she tried desperately to escape.

“Fay.”

“Ah—ngh—i-it’s too deep, too deep! I’m going to die—really, I’m going to die—ah…!”

She cried openly now, her wet lashes having nothing to do with the bathwater.

“You won’t die.”

“No, I will! If you keep this up, I’ll definitely die from pleasure! You’re thinking you can just revive me if I die, aren’t you?!”

“Ah, your crying really is delightful. Cry more, Fay. Get messier—sob and whimper for me.”

“You’re not listening to me at all anymore!”

“I am listening. You’re not going to die, so stop worrying and relax down there.”

Alnazir licked the tears from her cheek. Such cute exaggerations. No matter how fragile a human body was, she wouldn’t die or break from this much.

He’d never inserted a tentacle directly before, so he couldn’t be completely sure—but after days of experimentation, he had confidence. She’d taken his c**k just fine; a thinner tentacle shouldn’t be a problem.

If it were a tentacle imbued with his true power, it would be dangerous—but this one was weak. At worst, it could constrict, tear, or pierce. Nothing more.

“I—I’m not going to melt like before, am I…?”

“It’s fine. I’m being very gentle. I won’t leave a single mark on your body.”

“That sounds like a lie—p-please, pull it out, just for now! Alnazir!”

“Shh. You looked empty inside, so I’m just filling you up. I’m not melting you. I’m only making you feel good.”

Ignoring her pleas, Alnazir pressed a kiss firmly to her cheek. He felt a little sorry that she was frightened—but he wanted to torment her more. He didn’t want to stop.

“D-don’t… I’m too sensitive down there—I’ll—ah—go, I’m going to—mm!”

“You can come. I’ll make sure you keep feeling it even while you do.”

He drew the tentacle back slightly—then thrust it deep again.

Fay’s hips jolted as she gasped, her vision spinning. Her entire body trembled with pleasure.

“What am I supposed to do now… it’s all over for me…”

Tears slipped from her eyes as she rode out the aftershocks of her climax.

“What do you mean, it’s all over?”

“What else could I mean?! If I climax from something like tentacle insertion, there’s no going back!”

Hearing it out loud—climaxing from tentacle insertion—made it feel even more outrageous. She sniffled helplessly.

What kind of man could ever do something like this to her? Only this suspicious, handsome invoked—octopus or jellyfish or whatever he was—who toyed with the human body however he pleased.

Idiot. Sea anemone. Wait—what if he really is a sea anemone?

Feeling wronged by the fact that she was always the one being overwhelmed, Fay clenched her fists.

“Tch… fine. I don’t even care anymore. I’ve got nothing left to be embarrassed about. I’m letting go of everything!”