Chapter 3

Time passes by every second.

An awkward silence stretched across this bright and distorted space.

Miel carefully raised his eyes to look at Cthulhu's face.

After signing the contract, Miel's beautiful sapphire eyes no longer had the slightest aura of facing the wrath of the ancient gods.

He still wants to live.

At least, at least don't die at this moment, die from this slap.

The man who signed a contract with the Old Ones died from slapping his own leader - if this matter were to be leaked, it would quickly spread throughout the entire Liye Continent and become a significant chapter in the history of the Liye Continent. From now on, all sorcerers would be ashamed of him.

Miel could almost imagine the conversation that would take place hundreds of years from now.

——"Be careful with your lord. Don't be like that ridiculous Miel, who was lucky enough to get everything, but then ruined everything with his own hands."

——"Hey, don't treat me like a fool. A fool like Miel wouldn't appear in a few hundred years."

Miel: “…”

The great Cthulhu covered half of his face with one hand, and looked at Miel with shock, grievance, and confusion in his eyes.

Finally, He spoke, two words: "Explain?"

Miel ultimately didn't dare bring up the mosquito-swatting excuse and instead offered a reasonable explanation as calmly as possible: "Whether elves or humans, everyone has something called 'shame'. They feel ashamed when sensitive parts of their bodies are touched, and then, driven by their instinct for self-preservation, they act aggressively. This isn't entirely under my control, and I'm sorry if I've hurt you."

"So that's it." Cthulhu suddenly realized, put down his hand that was covering his face, revealing the slap mark that had not yet faded.

The red slap mark was clearly visible on His cold white cheek, and its presence was as strong as the bright red cherry on the snow-white cake.

"You didn't hurt me, no need to apologize." He said, bearing the slap mark. "I didn't consider the instincts of our species. Just like the hounds of Tindalos, once they lock onto a target, their only instinct is to kill. Humans, too, have the instinct to strike someone's cheek with the inside of their palms when their lower body is touched."

Miel: “…”

Just, let it be like this.

"In that case, I won't touch you. You take off your clothes for me to see." After saying this, the great Cthulhu withdrew all his tentacles from Miyer again and raised his body.

He raised the two tentacles beneath his body and entangled them together, like a pair of crossed arms.

A pair of beautiful eyes that could not distinguish colors and shapes looked down at Miel, making him feel like a frog caught by a witch and used in magical experiments.

In a sense, this is indeed his situation now.

Well... think on the bright side, it's better to take off your clothes yourself than to be stripped naked by those tentacles, right?

"Okay, I can take it off myself, but please give me some time. After all, that's a very sensitive area, and it's also very embarrassing to be stared at."

"Part? So, the sensitive part is not the lower body, but a certain part of the lower body? Very good, I feel that I am gradually understanding everything. This is a good start." Cthulhu showed a satisfied look.

Miel hated himself for being so talkative.

But doesn't the great Cthulhu have that part? Then how does he reproduce?

Rumor has it that He not only has a spouse, but also children.

However, the authenticity of the rumors has always been in doubt. Even if the indescribable Old Ones could reproduce, it would be in an indescribable way.

Letting a female god become pregnant and give birth to offspring, such a normal way of reproduction, sounds too much like a story made up by humans.

Miel took a deep breath, prepared himself mentally, unbuttoned his trousers and took them off.

He lowered his silver eyelashes, hiding all the emotions in his blue eyes.

As he bent down, his long snow-white hair slid down his shoulders, as smooth as silk.

The upper body is a gorgeous dress that only nobles are qualified to wear, while the lower body is exposed to the eyes of the Old Ones disguised as half-humans due to the contract.

This incarnation of Cthulhu is extremely deceptive, with a beautiful face that is extremely inconsistent with the rumors and an upper body without a single flaw.

Without all this, Miel might have taken off his clothes more openly.

I never knew it was such an experience to have my lower body stared at by a beautiful man.

While feeling ashamed, I couldn't help but wonder if He would be satisfied with His body structure.

How ridiculous! He doesn't even know what the lower body of a human looks like, so how can he judge whether he is good or bad, beautiful or ugly?

After Miel finished taking off his clothes, he stood up expressionlessly and glanced to the side. Both the expression on his face and his jewel-like blue eyes revealed a sense of self-abandonment as if saying, "Nothing matters anymore, goodbye world."

In order to allow Cthulhu to see more clearly, he lifted his clothes a little, revealing half of the dark red mark.

The contract turned into a mark and became a part of his body. Even though only a few mysterious characters on his abdomen were exposed, it still had a strong presence.

The great Cthulhu approached him cautiously, raising several tentacles to block his face defensively as he approached.

After looking at the front, He walked around to the back and carefully lifted the hem of Miel's clothes with His tentacles, without making any comments.

Miel ignored the itch on his lower back and his eyes fell on a certain part of the area. He saw a city in the dazzling pure white.

The vision is distorted, so the city is also distorted, with buildings of indescribable style, and occasionally some bubbles can be seen floating up.

bubble……

Speaking of which, I was pushed into the abyss and fell into some liquid that my body could not perceive.

Am I also immersed in this liquid now?

As soon as I realized this, my body began to float up uncontrollably.

His feet left the ground, his body's center of gravity moved forward, the scenery in his field of vision switched between black and white, reality and illusion blended together, his senses failed, and Miel's body lost balance and fell forward.

Just as he was about to plunge into endless darkness, a wet and sticky touch suddenly appeared on his waist. Countless tentacles wrapped around his waist, his legs, and his arms at the same time, dragging him back to his original place domineeringly.

When Miel regained consciousness, he raised his silver eyelashes again, and saw that the world in his field of vision had turned back to that dazzling white.

He instinctively raised his hands, trying to protect his remaining dignity.

But before his palm touched the tentacles, they had already withdrawn without any reluctance.

Then, the deep and magnetic male voice rang in my ears: "The human body is better understood than I thought. I think I understand why this part must be sensitive."

Miel: “…”

I don't want to listen.

"To better choose the direction of life."

What?

The unexpected answer aroused Miel's curiosity.

He instinctively turned his head towards where Cthulhu was at the moment.

Cthulhu continued, "If I'm not mistaken, this part is used to create life? Humans, like many animals on this continent, have the ability to create life divided into two, given to groups with different structures. If these two want to create life, they must cooperate. Sensitivity is to reject one-way choices. Only two people who choose each other can resist the urge to hit each other in the face and cooperate, deciding together where their lives will flow."

Miel: “…”

Hmm... this explanation... makes sense?

"But for most animals, creating life itself is their instinct, but humans have developed an instinct that goes against it, which is interesting."

"I am an elf." Miel regretted not adding a clause in the contract: "Don't call me 'human' anymore."

"Elf, what's your name?"

"No, it's my race."

"I'm asking, what's your name?"

Miel was stunned for a moment before realizing that Cthulhu's question wasn't "Elf, what is your name?" but "Elf, what is your name?"

Cthulhu heard his protests and changed the way he addressed him, no longer calling him "human", but he was unable to keep up with the change.

With a sigh, Miel said his name: "Miel, my name is Miel Akunela."

"Miel Akunela," Cthulhu repeated, then returned to him.

Miel looked at Him, his eyes wide in surprise.

At this moment, standing in front of him was a beautiful man.

No, it's a beautiful male elf.

Although I still couldn't see his specific facial features, I couldn't tell what color his eyes and hair were.

However, his body, both the upper and lower halves, was that of a standard elf.

Those colorful tentacles that we knew about disappeared.

Even though it feels like they haven't disappeared, it feels like they still exist in this space, beside me.

But my own eyes can only recognize a beautiful elf.

But this elf has no covering on his body...

Miel lowered his eyes, a suspicious blush on his face.

Do you have an indescribable desire for the legendary Old One, the sleeping god, the lord of R'lyeh, the great Cthulhu?

He really couldn't be crazier.

"I... um... well, since you already know what the lower half of a human body looks like, can you allow me to put on pants?"

"Can."

After getting permission, Miel felt relieved. He picked up the pants he had thrown aside as quickly as possible and put them on in a hurry.

In his haste to cover himself, he accidentally stepped on his trouser leg and lost his balance again.

This time he fell backwards, his legs bound by his trouser waistband, unable to adjust in time, and he was about to fall to the ground.

A hand reached out in time, trying to grab his waist, but human hands cannot wrap around like tentacles, so the grabbing turned into pinching. After pinching, the rescuer immediately realized that this was an ineffective rescue, so he changed his strategy, stepped forward, and shortened the distance between himself and Miyer.

Mier got goose bumps all over his body from being pinched, and instinctively raised his hand to slap him!

But this time, he hit nothing.

As the other party approached, he quickly grabbed his wrist, followed his strength, pulled him into his arms, and then let out a victorious chuckle.

"Your reaction is truly unchanging, but I won't let you get away with it again."

Miel lowered his head, resting it on a strong chest, his eyes staring blankly somewhere, his heart beating uncontrollably faster.

His wrists were grabbed, his legs were bitten by his pants, and he was leaning against a beautiful, male elf body, unable to move.

Cthulhu has a faint smell of the sea, but it is not unpleasant.

Cthulhu's tentacles are cold, but his incarnation has the same temperature as an elf.

However, the reason why Miel's heart beat faster was not entirely because of the unspeakable desire, but because he almost slapped himself and nailed himself to the pillar of shame of the sorcerer.

Fortunately, he was stopped, otherwise, a sorcerer who slapped Cthulhu three times... if he couldn't become a legend, he would definitely be a clown.

"Miel Akunela." Cthulhu called the name again, and then said, "According to the contract, I will send you back to the top of the abyss and protect you from any more bullying - before you meet your true death."

Real death.

It's the same statement again.

But now, Mier had no time to think.

"wait for me……"

"Um?"

"Wait until I put my pants on..."