The cave air grows warmer as I round the final bend, candles flickering along the walls. There he is - the sea witch from the statue, even more breathtaking in person. His blue hair falls around his face as he glares at me from his throne of gold, ice-blue eyes piercing through the dim light. Eight blue tentacles emerge from beneath his beaded coverlet, some coiled lazily while others twitch with apparent irritation.

"Another witch come to bother me," he sighs, but there's a hint of amusement in his voice. "Well? What do you want? Wealth? Power? Love?"

I clutch the golden coin in my pocket - my offering for a wish - but suddenly the legends don't matter anymore. All I can think about is the way his lips would feel against mine, those tentacles缠绕着我的身体, that annoyed expression melting into pleasure as I take him apart.

"I want a kiss," I hear myself say, my voice surprisingly steady despite the way my heart pounds in my chest.

His eyebrows rise in genuine surprise, and for a moment, the cave falls silent except for the distant drip of water and the faint sound of waves crashing against the rocks far above. Then a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face, revealing sharp fangs.

"Interesting," he purrs, and two of his tentacles begin to undulate slowly in my direction. "No one's asked for that before."

My mouth goes dry as the air crackles with tension between us. This is no ordinary wish, and I have a feeling my life as an adventurer is about to take a very unexpected - and extremely pleasurable - turn.