Bind to the fake death system, the goddess turned into a black yandere for me

After dinner, the tentacle monster immediately started to clean up the table.

She moved quickly, and the tentacles behind her waved flexibly, handling multiple tasks at the same time.

Shen An sat on the sofa.

The beautiful girl next to her hummed a light tune, and the tentacles were busy:

One tentacle wiped the table with a rag, another collected the plates, and two washed the dishes skillfully in the sink.

"Really... efficient."

Shen An murmured to himself, amazed and a little uneasy.

Suddenly, he noticed a detail:

Under the shadow of the beautiful girl, something seemed to be squirming.

A closer look revealed that more tentacles were looming under the skirt, ready to reach out to help at any time.

Shen An felt an inexplicable tension.

Although the scene in front of him looked warm and harmonious, he always felt that something was wrong.

"That..."

He cleared his throat.

"Are you still used to this human figure?"

The beautiful girl turned around and smiled sweetly.

"Of course, Master. Isn't it more convenient to take care of you this way?"

Just then, a plate slipped from her hand.

In the blink of an eye, a tentacle sprang out from the shadow and caught the plate steadily.

"Oh, it almost broke."

But Shen An felt dazed.

The beautiful girl in front of him looked the same as a real person, but the tentacles that appeared from time to time reminded him:

The essence of this "roommate" was still a tentacle monster.

...

At night, the tentacle monster slept on the sofa next door.

Shen An was a little dazed. He had been single for so long, and this was the first time he was taken care of by a girl.

Although it felt a little strange, he didn't think much and continued to sleep.

In the darkness, a cold and sticky sight came quietly.

Shen An felt that his whole body was bound and couldn't move.

Something was wrapped around his wrists and ankles, cold and slippery.

He wanted to open his eyes, but found that it was pitch black in front of him.

Something covered his eyes.

Shen An felt a stinging pain in his palm, as if something was gnawing at his flesh.

Warm liquid flowed down his fingers.

He woke up suddenly.

There was silence in the room.

He checked his palm, which was intact.

"It was just a nightmare..."

However, when his eyes fell on the half-open door, a chill crawled up his spine.

Outside the door, something seemed to be crawling.

Shen An stared at the crack in the door.

Is it an illusion? Or...

Shen An stared at the crack in the door for a while, and finally fatigue overcame fear.

He shook his head and drove these strange thoughts out of his mind.

"It must be too tired."

He lay down again.

Not long after, Shen An fell asleep.

The next day.

Shen An woke up, walked out of the bedroom, and prepared for a new day of social life.

There was a burst of fragrance in the living room, and he followed the smell to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Master."

A sweet voice came.

Shen An looked up and froze in his place.

A tall beauty was standing in the kitchen, frying eggs.

She was wearing a simple T-shirt and denim shorts, with her long hair tied into a ponytail casually, looking youthful and sexy.

"Who are you?"

The beauty turned around and smiled brightly.

The familiar eyes made Shen An understand everything instantly.

"It's still me."

The tentacle monster said with a smile.

"I saw on TV that modern people like this sunny and lively girl next door. What do you think?"

She said, tilting her head slightly, and her long hair slipped from her shoulders.

"I think it's pretty good."

The tentacle monster seemed to notice Shen An's embarrassment and chuckled.

She took a small step forward, shortening the distance between the two.

"Really?"

She asked softly, with a hint of mischief in her voice.

"Master, you're blushing."