“Are you disappointed?”

“No. No, not at all… ugh.”

“Even if you’re disappointed, there’s nothing to be done about it.”

Disappointment? Why would he think that?

Regan seemed to misunderstand that Haniel wanted a more experienced and skilled man.

“Wait, wait. I think you’re misunderstanding…!”

“I’ll make it so you can’t think of other men.”

“Ughhh!”

Saying that, Regan continuously moved his lower body while still connected.

His purpose seemed to be ensuring Haniel couldn’t think of other men in this situation, and his actions were so effective that Haniel couldn’t even think properly, let alone about other men.

Her p*ssy full of fl*id and inner walls stretched to their limit. Regan’s gl*ns continuously attaching and digging at her cervix like a kiss.

Even though they were pressed tightly at the waist and not moving, the long, tautly swollen erectile tissue wriggled like a living creature, twitching as if convulsing.

The s*men pooled inside rippled slightly with the movements of his twitching genitals. Every time Regan’s protruding gl*ns brushed and scraped against the protruding flesh of her inner walls, Haniel let out suppressed m*ans.

“Ugh, uugh, ah…!”

Another cl*max.

The connection that became subtly different and deeper each time Regan pressed firmly, and the t*sticles endlessly rubbing against her perineum.

When Haniel expanded her chest to breathe, Regan seized the opportunity to kiss her eagerly.

“Ugh, grugh, ugh…”

It’s hard to breathe.

His thick tongue forcefully penetrated deep into her throat.

And so Haniel lost consciousness.

Welcome darkness poured down.

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Squelch…

“Mmm…”

Stretch… squelch… squish.

“Ughh… ngh…”

Her body aches.

Why does it ache? There hadn’t been many strenuous activities recently.

Squish. Squish…

The sound of something moist slowly rubbing and creating friction kept echoing in her ears.

‘Someone please stop that.’

A sticky sound. Strangely, every time she heard that sound, her body jumped involuntarily.

A peculiar sensation spread through her belly like an electric current, and her legs trembled.

But when had she started keeping her legs spread? She must have been in that position for quite some time because her pelvis and thighs were stiff, and Haniel unconsciously tried to change her posture by bringing her legs together.

But there seemed to be something in the middle, or caught somewhere, because her legs wouldn’t close.

Why?

Squelch.

“Ah…”

That sensation again.

Haniel reached out in her half-sleep and felt her belly.

Slip…

When her fingers touched her belly, they slid easily as if rubbing on oil.

She wasn’t sure if it was because her fingers were wet or her belly was wet.

‘Strange.’

There’s something inside.

Something that shouldn’t be there.

The inside of her belly skin was filled with a weight that wasn’t her own.

And very strangely, it seemed to be moving slightly.

Haniel’s hand slid down toward her s*x further below.

Something kept rubbing there.

But the lower part of her belly was even more damp… it was so wet that it felt strange, as if she were menstruating.

‘What is this?’

The liquid wetting her fingers. It had a familiar yet strange smell.

Haniel raised her soaked fingers and scratched her face that had been itching for a while.

She scratched because it was itchy, but the moisture on her fingers made her feel even more uncomfortable.

“…I want to wash.”

Haniel muttered through her teeth. Then a low laugh was heard from somewhere, and heat suddenly enveloped her skin.

Slap.

Something flat and hot stuck to her face. It was a piece of flesh exhaling hot breath.

And it began to lick clean whatever liquid Haniel had smeared on her face with her fingers.

Along the path that flesh traveled, slight moisture remained, but the uncomfortable feeling was gone.

Good.

Haniel slightly relaxed her furrowed brow at that feeling.

Then from somewhere close, another growling sound was heard. A beast-like sound that seemed to convey happiness…

Beast sound…?

Haniel opened her eyes.

What she saw were long eyelashes. Eyes as blue as if they contained the sea.

A man with a bright red, long tongue extended, carefully licking Haniel’s face… Regan.

“You’re awake.”

Haniel stared blankly at the man licking her and cursed inwardly.

‘D*mn it all.’

She remembered!

The memories came back properly.

Her mind suddenly cleared as if doused with cold water.

Haniel, who had been squinting drowsily, opened her eyes wide and contorted her face.

Last night when she thought it would be more comfortable to just faint.

Judging by her lack of memory after a certain point, it seemed she had indeed fainted, unable to endure Regan’s s*men being shot into her belly and the process that followed.

But…

Haniel raised her creaking head to look down at Regan and her own body.

“…Are you crazy?”

Her entire body was covered in bite marks.

Her white body, coated stickily with sweat and s*men, was densely engraved with bite marks of clear origin.

Would a similar scene unfold if she called in a few starving dogs and let them bite excitedly?

Here and there were also strangely bruised areas, bluish and red marks, which she suspected were probably suction marks.

And most shocking of all… that enormous beast wedging himself between Haniel’s spread legs.

There was a reason why she had wondered why her legs wouldn’t close in her half-sleep.

Regan was still rubbing his massive body against her lower body.

No, in fact, it was even worse than that. Haniel flinched as she realized, the moment Regan slightly twisted his body, that something was wriggling inside her insides that she dared not mention.

Regan’s c*ck was still inside her.

“You, how long… While I was sleeping, doing such a thing…”

“…I didn’t use your body while you were asleep. However, there were circumstances…”

Regan held Haniel’s body and pulled very slightly.

“Whoa.”

Then the c*ck lump that had been lodged inside her was distinctly felt, and Haniel was startled.

It felt like she had slept for hours, and they had been like this the whole time?

Such questions must have been visible on her face, as Regan blurted out as if making an excuse.

“The lump shrank not long after you fainted yesterday.”

“Then, then what is this?”

“This swelled up again this morning, just now.”

So…

“You slept with it inside me.”

Even though Regan’s genital lump had shrunk enough to be pulled out, he had slept with his c*ck still inside Haniel.

As evidence, one might say, after last night’s long *jaculation, Haniel and Regan’s lower bodies should have been covered in dried, clumped s*men. But it wasn’t as messy as one might expect.

Of course, their entire bodies were covered in sweat, s*men, and vaginal fl*ids.

The amount of fl*id Regan had poured into her yesterday wasn’t visible on either Haniel or Regan’s bodies, or on the sheets below.

Haniel gritted her teeth.

That meant that all of that absurd amount of s*men was inside her belly.

No wonder her belly felt so tight.

Haniel ran her hand over her belly.

She had thought an emergency was about to happen in this place with no 24-hour emergency room, but it wasn’t as swollen as she expected.

Compared to yesterday, it had shrunk considerably…

But the enormous genitals lodged inside her and the strange stickiness remained the same.

Haniel’s certainty that he had slept with himself inside her was confirmed when Regan nodded.

“Yes, because the inside of you felt too good…”

As he said, after Haniel fainted yesterday, Regan’s genital lump quickly shrank in a short time.

Regan’s vision, which had been full of heat, had cleared somewhat by that point.

His mating season wasn’t completely over yet.