Summary
I got scammed by a Little Octopus. It claimed it was incredibly easy to care for, then proceeded to eat a hundred roast chickens of mine. It also claimed it was an amazing cook, only to flood my entire kitchen. As it turned out, it couldn’t do anything. It was just a useless little thing abandoned by its own kind. Fine. I would keep it. The tank was empty anyway. Who knew that one day, when I came home, the octopus would have turned into a devastatingly handsome man? He stretched out a tentacle, wrapped it around my waist, and buried himself in the hollow of my neck like a puppy, letting out a low whimper. “Master, the octopus husband you’ve raised since he was little… is all grown up.”