The viscous liquid that had filled Haniel’s belly completely, without any gap or space, left a strangely ticklish sensation as it slowly clumped and flowed out with a glug, glug.

It was all Regan’s seed.

Futile fl*id that could not fertilize the human Haniel.

S*men that originally seethed with such intense vitality that it could impregnate hundreds of Hume females with plenty to spare was now uselessly flowing out of a human woman who could not become pregnant despite receiving his seed to overflowing.

Regan watched the scene, at a loss for words.

Despite Haniel’s insistence that she couldn’t take any more, his organ twitching and rising was beyond his control.

How much had his seed filled her belly?

Haniel’s congested vaginal opening repeatedly opened and closed for quite some time, as if she had been holding more than the limit her small frame could contain.

It was just amazing that all of his had been contained inside her.

“…”

The human female, Haniel.

Even if Regan, a male of a different species, sowed his seed in her every day, Haniel could not bear a Hume child.

Yet, why did that sight… move him so much that his throat went dry?

Perhaps it was because Haniel’s still slightly swollen belly looked as if she had conceived.

Haniel’s lovely lower abdomen, slightly protruding.

Looking at it, it was as if he were seeing the result of a successful interspecies pregnancy—something that should never happen even with miraculous odds—after countless couplings.

As if they had joined below so innumerably many times that they could make the impossible possible…

It made him imagine himself and his female, Haniel, sticking together in a manner even more obscene and tens of times more persistent than the couplings they had experienced yesterday and today, until they finally succeeded.

It felt like committing a sin just by looking.

Gurgle…

Each time Haniel applied force, her perineum swelled, and her anus also puckered.

And only when nothing more came out did she exhale a long sigh.

“Ha… haaa… d*mn this s*men.”

There was still much of Regan’s poured s*men remaining inside her, but she couldn’t extract it right now.

Haniel didn’t know if s*men was normally like this, but Regan’s was strangely slippery and sticky like porridge, and it felt as if it had adhered all over her inner walls.

“…What’s wrong?”

Haniel turned her head and asked Regan, who was staring at her with frightening eyes.

She wondered why she felt déjà vu, and then realized that the Regan now resembled the Regan who had watched her from the shadows a few days ago as she watered the field.

An animal of unknown identity, crouched in darkness.

But such an atmosphere quickly disappeared the moment Regan reached out his hand.

“…No. I was just wondering how so much seed could be contained inside you.”

‘That’s something I’m really curious about too.’

As Regan began wiping her lower body with a nearby towel, she replied, becoming a little shy.

“I’m even amazed that you… um, came inside me.”

“Perhaps we were made that way.”

“…Huh?”

What do you mean?

Haniel tilted her head sideways, not having heard properly, but Regan shook his head with a faint smile.

‘Made that way’…

Haniel would not understand the meaning of what Regan had just said.

Because she wouldn’t understand the true imprinting of Humes.

And Regan didn’t think that other species outside of Humes, including humans, would understand this binding of souls.

Humes form imprints with their companions.

And it was common to spend almost their entire lives together with that companion, sharing mating seasons.

But if a Hume formed an imprint with a companion who then lost their life, that Hume could overcome the aftereffects, welcome another companion, and form a new imprint.

That was a simple physical imprint.

And…

There was a true imprint that all Humes deeply desired.

The soul imprint.

For Humes, a soul imprint meant binding fate beyond the physical body.

The flow of fate and time did not take a straight line shape from past to future as is commonly believed. Sometimes it flowed from the present to the past, from the future to the present, forming a very complex pattern and flowing in a macroscopic shape unknown to mortals.

That’s why soul imprinting was said to be prepared solely for each other, as it connected one’s fate across all those complex threads.

There is definitely a soul companion reserved for each other, transcending time, chance, and space. That is the belief of the Humes.

And… Regan—a Hume, beast of Soleil, and Sol’s hunting dog—was considering that perhaps this human woman “Haniel” might be destined to be imprinted on his soul.

It had been strange from the beginning.

Would a simple mating season cause such attraction to a different species, someone he had barely become acquainted with?

Why had his body, which had never been greatly affected by any poison, become so heated by a single herb-infused water?

Why would he look at her like that?

Like a fool who didn’t know what he wanted, hiding in the shadows, blankly… forgetting time.

And why… had he hesitated so uncharacteristically, even knowing that resolving his mating season would be beneficial to him?

Moreover, the sensation when their bodies overlapped…

“Was it for this sensation that all those outside were so obsessed with carnal relations?”

The realization of that question suddenly came to him, to Regan, now.

Others could not possibly feel this pleasure… this supreme ecstasy where not only membranes and bodies contact but souls also interlock.

Such a sensation must be a combination not just of bodies but at a deeper level.

Without Haniel—his female and now his forever-bound companion—Regan would never have experienced this sensation, even if he had joined bodies with any other female.

Regan was certain.

From the beginning, from when he was found at the threshold of Haniel’s territory while being chased in this nightmare forest, such a future had already been determined.

The fact that Haniel, a completely different species, a race he had never heard of, could receive his mismatched size deep into her belly without a single wound, was because they were prepared for each other.

The fact that Regan had collapsed there of all places, that Haniel of all people had found him, that Haniel was alone with no one to rely on, that she happened to be ready to pick him up then—all of it.

But despite his swelling heart, Regan did not tell Haniel this.

Some things were still better kept to oneself.

Haniel, who had risen to her feet, staggered like a newborn deer.

Perhaps because she had continuously received the enormous Regan, who seemed larger than a bear, her entire body was extremely stiff.

It felt like being in a traffic accident.

Haniel barely swallowed the saliva that seemed about to flow from the corner of her mouth.

‘No, actually… it’s no different from being in a traffic accident, d*mn it.’

While she didn’t know the details about men’s weight standards, Regan would certainly weigh well over 100kg.

A height that easily exceeded 2m.

And a threatening body that looked like rocks stacked together.

Strong bones as hard as steel, designed differently from her human genes at the genetic level. Dense muscles.

There might be an evolutionary secret that ‘although the Hume race appears heavy on the outside, their bodies are actually designed very efficiently, so they’re not that heavy in reality’… but there was no way to know.

In any case, from Haniel’s perspective, having physically experienced it yesterday and today, Regan was just… a truck.

Yes, a truck.

The weight of love is heavy…

The love of a non-human being was therefore… about the weight of a 1-ton truck.

And Haniel was a fragile human who had been hit, crushed, and pressed by that truck all day long.

Spreading her legs wide until they felt like they would tear. And enduring for hours.

And in that state, Regan’s body weight pressed, compressed, and constantly collided between her spread groin.

Being shaken frantically with a huge wedge lodged below.

Wasn’t there a similar t*rture in the medieval era?

A beautiful man diligently moving his hips and licking… and the feeling was unbelievably good, so it could be called a reward rather than t*rture, but it was still a severely burdensome process for her human body.

“Ugh… oh my…”

Haniel trembled as soon as she stood up, like someone who had just succeeded in rehabilitation after several years.

‘My poor back.’

She had always been careful about her posture and moved without overexertion to live healthily in this century of longevity. But at this rate, her back and legs would probably completely separate within a few years.

But she had human dignity; she couldn’t stagger and waddle in front of Regan like this.

Creak. N*ked Haniel stepped on the ground, pretending to be composed.

Then, as strength entered her legs that had been spread apart all this time and her trembling lower abdomen, she felt something flowing down from her buttocks.

Plop…

“Gasp.”

White s*men pouring down between her stained legs.