Just a little general perversion. Nothing to see here... also I just can't seem to hold back on the chapters since they are rather short and my impulse control seems to be lacking. If I run into a problem producing at this speed I'll mention it.

Day 2 part 2

What do you mean you read tentacles? Like palm reading?

“No, silly.” The black haired girl giggled. She raised her hands and wiggled her fingers at me.

It was meaningless... except I understood it...

“I mean I really know tentacle reading. Think of it as the language of Squid, Octopi and Nautili. Just as you are understanding my words in the human language.” She said with her fingers.

So... who are you?

“They just call me Yumi around here...”

Around here? As in these girls, or their village?

“No, Mr Squid. I mean these reefs.”

I caught the general direction of the conversation. I peeped underwater and with a surprising lack of surprise found the girl chatting happily was some kind of mermaid...

“No, Mr Squid. I am not a mermaid; I'm actually a Siren.” She smiled widely.

Aren't Sirens... supposed to be man-eaters?

“Are you a man?”

Well... not any more.

“Are they men?” She gestured at the snoring but strangely satisfied looking sisters huddled together.

In a broad sense. If you mean male, no.

“Well I did have a kind of desire to gobble them both up at once... however you beat me to the punch.”

What are you getting at? I certainly didn't eat them. They're right there.

She laughed again in that clear voice of hers. “You aren't lying. You have been completely transparent this entire discussion, not to mention all the time you 'helped' them. So it was never even a factor as you did all of that. Interesting. Well, don't you worry; the only reason I came here was because I found the pair of them attractive and was hoping for some kind of forbidden play while they were alone... Oh, Oneechan~ We mustn't~”

There's a real pervert here!

“I'll not deny it. So why don't you pass me the half of the younger one's clothes that is floating over there.”

Her tiny skirt was bobbing up and down. When did that come off...? Before the other sister appeared perhaps.

I looked at the Siren floating without a care about her vices and propriety...

“Oh, praise me more~”

What possible use could she have for a discarded pair of swimwear... surely not...?

“That is entirely my own business.” She smiled coquettishly. “I am willing to accept help though...”

Er... no thanks... I don't even really see how that would work with me a squid and her... mostly fish body.

“It is actually closer to an even split.”

Even so I'd still be a little confused... I'll decline I think.

“Oh, too bad. Your kind of play seemed to be quite unusual... the cold torture was beautiful.”

I couldn't really help that; it is just my nature.

“Well, I knew you were different. A variant perhaps?”

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

That was the other option, I chose the unique one.

“Unique you say? I have seen frost squid before; I'm not an inexperienced girl like these two here were an hour ago.”

I am an icicle squid. Probably similar, with the added ability of ice magic among other things.

I stayed still to avoid mentioning lesser cryokinesis and permafrost in case she was not entirely as friendly as she let on.

Her eyes narrowed for the first time. “I see... it is like that. I must give you some regards, you are clever enough to be subtle. Try saying an unrelated thought next time instead, it is harder to notice that than metaphorically shutting your lips with your fingers.”

Sigh. I give up. If I'm an open book to her, what does any of it matter? If she betrays me it won't make a difference what I say and what I don't.

“Good attitude, but I really am not a threat to anything, besides modesty and virtue in general.”

Besides, I can't help but trust her bluntness.

“Thank you.”

Yes, it is nice to have someone to talk to.

“So, can I have the bottom half of the clothing now?”

Sure why not; it is torn anyway. I doubt she would want a rag back.

“Are you sure you didn't do any of that on purpose?”

Any of what?

“Never-mind.” She slid back through the water, rubbing the cloth on her face before disappearing under the waves with a cheerful. “Bye for now~”

Now what do I do with the girls here? They aren't anchored. They're only lucky the waves, current and breeze aren't making them drift. Well, I can at least do that much... I grab the anchor and pull it overboard.

Somewhere overhead I heard words yelled by the older sister. Did she wake up and see me take the anchor? They didn't really reach me in a form I could understand.

“No...! Please lust demon, let us leave; don't keep us...!” She begged tearfully as the rope began to pull the canoe away, it stopped shortly as the anchor settled. The waves continued to trick the girls for over an hour until they built up the courage to flee; paddling with all the strength they could muster, after cutting the anchor rope.

Distantly a dark figure chuckled as she rubbed a piece of cloth on her cheek, bobbing on the surface of the water with a good view of the boat. She deeply enjoyed the cry of: “Why am I half-naked?!!” and the following train of thoughts discussed by the twins.

I didn't care to know what else was going on. I retreated to my cell and prepared for the approaching night, but not before replicating my statue, a little better and yet at the same time a little less than it used to be. I don't recognize the face as well. I make figurines of the twins and the siren to help me remember them.

The faces are becoming more fleeting of late...

Family... what were their names again?

The dreams that followed were of faceless people who knew me, but who I could not name.

I wonder... what is my name again?

…

Damn.