Summoned a God by Mistake, Now He Won’t Go Back - Chapter 7

The witch desperately tried to squeeze her legs together. She couldn’t move—her limbs were tied—but her resistance grew fiercer the more vulnerable her inner thighs felt.

“Let go, hff, let me go…!”

But there was no way she could dislodge the tentacle now wedged between her thighs. Instead, all she accomplished was inadvertently rubbing her soft flesh against it, which only made Alnazir’s mood even stranger.

Beneath another layer of cloth, the heat and softness of her most private place was almost overwhelming. Alnazir found it impossible to restrain his tentacles with all that warmth radiating up through her body.

How could a body be so soft, without a single hard surface? He wanted more. He wanted to dig deeper, to explore every inch of her.

For Alnazir, whose entire being was dense and firm, unlike a human’s, the witch’s body was a constant marvel. Pleasant to touch, certainly, but it’s not as though he could spend eternity just prodding himself.

Whatever the reason, it was a pleasant discovery for him. Gripping her pinned thighs, he flipped the witch upside down. Her clothes, which had shielded her body, now fell away, exposing pale limbs and her bare belly. Her face, though, was now hidden by fabric.

Alnazir’s eyes narrowed with curiosity. He wrapped his tentacles securely around her legs, over her clothing, making sure she wouldn’t fall, and pulled her closer.

Not a single spike or defense, just impossibly smooth, flawless skin.

She was so pale, she reminded him of those legendary blizzards that once blanketed the world. She should have smelled of cold death, but instead, the scent of green life mixed with her skin, and there was an unmistakable vibrancy about her.

“Put me down! I—I’m the witch who summoned you, all right? Just… stop touching me in weird places and let me go…!”

As if she’d read his mind, she issued a desperate command.

So weak, yet so demanding.

Alnazir let out a short, mocking laugh. Half in amusement, half in genuine pity for her.

He’d long since forgotten about making a good impression or making friends. Now he was just a child delighted with a new toy, grinning as he tightened his tentacles around her body. She was so small, he had to thin his tentacles just to fit her.

“If you can get out of this on your own, I’ll let you go.”

He already knew she couldn’t. It was a taunt.

The witch grunted, straining her arms and legs in a futile attempt to escape, but the tentacles didn’t budge an inch.

“Hff!”

Every time she moved, whether by accident or design, the tentacle slid beneath her clothing, pressing up against her core. The friction drew an involuntary, shameful noise from her lips.

Dangling upside down, overstimulated in her most sensitive place, her face turned bright red.

She was dizzy, panting for breath, when a tentacle brushed aside the fabric hiding her face. Golden eyes glowed through the mist, narrowing as they met hers, as if mocking her desperate resistance.

“To think I’m being… violated by my own invoked…”

Her eyes glistened with humiliation.

Violated? That wasn’t his intention—was it?

Even so, every time her tears dripped to the ground, Alnazir found himself swallowing unconsciously.

There was no denying it. He was enjoying tormenting the witch. He was relishing the way his own body awakened fully with heat and excitement.

If he was going to tease her, he wanted to do it with his own hands. Tentacles were just auxiliary tools, and while they were sensitive, nothing compared to the delicacy of real hands.

If he could touch her with his hands, he was sure it would feel even better. With that conviction, he once again tried to pull his arm free from the summoning ring. But his body, jammed in tight, only rattled the entire temple.

At this rate, the temple itself might collapse. Terrified, the witch let out a piercing scream.

“Let me go! Please, I’m begging you! I’ll send you back to where you came from right now!”

Alnazir, who had been trying to break free, froze and stared at her in shock. He was just starting to have fun, and now she wanted to send him back to that boring old world? Unthinkable.

“I suppose I went a bit too far. I apologize.”

He suddenly acted as if nothing had happened as he gently set her on the floor. But as soon as her feet touched the ground, she tried to bolt.

“Wait.”

The instant he spoke, some unknown force tripped the witch, and she tumbled to the floor.