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3. First Mating
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⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠What did he really mean by saying he would end it as quickly as possible?

After saying those words, Regan retreated to his room and didn’t show himself even after evening passed.

At first, Haniel was a bit worried when Regan secluded himself, but ultimately decided to leave him alone.

‘He might tell me not to stimulate him again. Leaving him alone is probably the best way to help.’

When he said not to touch him, what else could she do?

She couldn’t even answer when he asked if she was prepared to handle it.

But… perhaps, should she have kicked down the door and asked what his intentions were?

After that, Regan stayed locked in his room for days without coming out.

One day, two days, three days… even after four days.

And Haniel, who had been trying not to disturb him by not seeking him out, began to feel anxious.

“…Surely I won’t have to dispose of a corpse?”

‘Ending his mating season as quickly as possible… could that possibly have meant he was going to die by himself?!’

Like killing oneself to end global warming.

Or like jumping out a window as the shortest route when saying you’ll leave the building as quickly as possible – completely illogical reasoning.

But Regan hadn’t shown his face since then, enough to raise such suspicions.

During his stay at this house, Regan would often leave his room to go to the clearing to sweat and then return, but now even that wasn’t happening.

He remained stuck in his room without coming out, and to make matters worse, he wasn’t eating the food Haniel left outside.

“D*mn it. The food I made from crops I worked so hard to grow…!”

Normally she would have been angry enough to throw the bowl, but by this point she was just worried.

Skipping meals like this would cause even a healthy person to die unexpectedly, and Regan’s large frame required several times more food than Haniel’s.

Haniel steeled her resolve as she cleared away the bowl that had been placed in front of his door.

‘Whether it’s your mating season or my resolve, I can’t stand this anymore.’

She prepared herself mentally and stood in front of Regan’s door.

Like this, she couldn’t tell what he was doing inside…

Haniel approached the door and pressed her ear against the wooden surface.

‘I can’t hear anything… no, wait. I think I can hear breathing?’

Listening carefully, she could hear someone inside breathing heavily.

It was Regan!

It was the sound of Regan breathing heavily. No, beyond that, he was panting.

Thump, thump, thump… huff, huff…

Haniel’s eyes widened in surprise as she jumped up.

And she began pounding on the door. Bang, bang!

“Oh my god, Regan! Snap out of it!”

All of Regan’s unusual physical symptoms flashed through her mind.

The skipped meals, his flushed face, and his excessively swollen genitals. All of these might have been signs of health problems.

But despite her rough knocking on the door, the breathing sounds and creaking noises from inside didn’t subside.

Some unknown squelching sounds were also leaking out.

“Open the door! Come to your senses! I…!”

Haniel grabbed the doorknob and shook it. Then…

Creak.

“Oh, it’s open?”

The door opened easily.

It hadn’t been locked in the first place.

Gulp. Haniel swallowed dryly. It felt like entering a beast’s den… but that was just her imagination, right?

She hoped that a starving Hume man wouldn’t eat a human.

Since they weren’t the same species to begin with, even if Regan ate human flesh, it wouldn’t be cannibalism…

Holding a candlestick, she carefully stepped into Regan’s room.

“Um, Regan?”

Squelch, squelch.

She paused at the wet sounds. Haniel furrowed her brow.

‘What is this smell?’

As soon as she stepped into the room, the first thing she noticed was… a strange smell.

A hot, subtly fishy smell.

The room was filled with the smell of some kind of m*cus and suffocating humidity.

‘This, could it be…’

Haniel immediately recognized what this smell was.

That she had smelled this before.

And then…

“!”

As she raised her head, a massive figure sitting on the bed came into her view.

Haniel inhaled sharply and whispered.

“…Regan.”

Regan was sitting there.

Unlike her worry that he might have collapsed, he was sitting properly on the bed, even fully clothed.

Although she couldn’t see clearly from a distance due to the dim lighting in the room, it was certain that he hadn’t collapsed.

But soon after, Haniel noticed that something was strange.

Step, step.

“Regan…?”

The closer she got, the more she could see.

The stuffy room. Regan’s skin and raven-black hair were damp as if soaked in water.

It wasn’t just his face and head.

His entire body appeared to be drenched in sweat resembling the aftermath of intense exercise. So much that the clothes he wore clung to his solid body like wet paper.

‘What on earth is this…’

Haniel blankly stared at the beads of sweat clinging to the tips of Regan’s trembling eyelashes.

The noble face that had threatened her, asking if she could handle it, was now flushed bright red pitifully, and his once fierce eyes were unfocused.

This wasn’t normal.

“You… what’s happening…”

Just then, suddenly, there was a sound that reached Haniel’s ears explicitly.

Squelch.

The source of the sound was right in front of her.

Unconsciously lowering her gaze, Haniel realized that Regan was moving his hand.

‘…Huh?’

It was a red pillar of flesh.

If one were to ask why she hadn’t noticed it from the beginning, it was because the flesh that Regan was holding in his hand had a form that couldn’t immediately be associated with being a part of his body.

Between Regan’s unfastened lower garments, a massive g*nitalia that had become even more grotesque than what she had seen before was protruding.

“!”

A bright red, deformed c*ck that stood up stiffly enough to reach the man’s navel.

Squelch, squelch, squish.

The moist sounds filling the room were from Regan constantly shaking that flesh pillar in his grip.

Haniel’s heart sank.

‘Th-th-that… was it originally that big?’

It was a piece of flesh that didn’t seem like it should be attached between a person’s legs.

A dog-like p*nis that emitted heat so intense it created the illusion of steam rising, with grotesque veins bulging out.

That thing shaking under Regan’s hand was so swollen and reddened that it looked grotesque.

Squelch, squelch, squelch…

“Haa, haa.”

Regan’s hand, as large as a pot lid, gripping and shaking the red g*nitalia that Haniel would barely be able to wrap both her hands around.

Despite her close approach, Regan was focused solely on gripping and shaking his genitals with blank eyes.

Squelch, squish…

Pr*c*m leaking from the hollow at the tip of the gl*ns, soaking the man’s entire pelvis.

The man’s hand, moving up and down without rest, was spreading the slippery fl*id over his c*ck shaft, intensifying his m*sturbation.

Regan was “trying” to cool the heat of his mating season. That was right.

‘But I didn’t expect it to be in this way…’

Haniel, who had been watching the scene in a daze, gulped.

It was an obscene sight that made her lower parts grow moist just from watching. But…

“Um, Regan?”

Haniel called out in a trembling voice.

Unlike at first, when she was overwhelmed by the scene before her eyes, other things now came into view.

Why did Regan… though he was clearly stroking his genitals, look rather tormented?