Haniel sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

Although the status window was incredibly vexing, she didn’t want to get angry because she felt too refreshed after using the washing machine and hanging the laundry.

“I guess… I’ll have to buy the dryer too!”

There was never an option not to buy it in the first place.

‘Let’s see, the amount of life force I currently have…’

Ding!

As soon as Haniel thought about the shop, the amount of life force she had gathered so far appeared.

The total life force she currently possessed was 160.

One might think it should be 0 by now, since she gained 300 life force when she had her first penetrative s*x with Regan and spent 300 on the washing machine, but… in fact, Haniel had been able to gradually gather a bit more life force since then.

The way she did that was…

“Ah.”

“You seem to be in a good mood.”

Regan, who had somehow appeared behind her, reached out and kneaded Haniel’s br*asts.

His thick fingers deliberately rubbed the parts where the n*pples were, with clear intention.

Under the dull stimulation, the n*pples hidden beneath her clothes gradually stood up, and a tingling sensation spread from their tips.

Tremble. The corners of Haniel’s stiffened mouth quivered.

Yes, like this.

This was the way.

She placed her hands over his hands, covering her br*asts, and hastily opened her mouth.

“Regan. What about warming up your body? You said you increased both the intensity and amount of training! Aren’t you tired?”

“How could I be? I haven’t moved for hours.”

“That’s not the issue… wait, didn’t you originally plan to train for 3 more hours?”

“You remembered what I said?”

Regan looked down at Haniel with wide eyes. Was he touched?

The nerve of him, while fondling her br*asts! But Haniel fidgeted with her warming ears as she answered.

“Well… of course? If you were to collapse in the middle… I should know your schedule.”

“…I see.”

A faint smile appeared on Regan’s face.

Seeing the man’s expression from the corner of her eye, Haniel was about to feel somewhat touched… when suddenly.

A hot touch on her reddened earlobe. Haniel jumped slightly and froze at Regan’s next words.

“You don’t need to worry about my training volume and stamina. I’ve already completed today’s quota.”

“Then…”

“If you’re worried I won’t be able to embrace you, I’m telling you I’m more than capable.”

And then, a weight pressed down firmly on her buttocks.

Haniel let out a silent scream.

I’m not saying you’re not capable!

I’m not saying you lack stamina!

‘D*mn it!’

And so, Haniel had no choice but to surrender her backside to Regan, who had his organ fully engorged, while bent over the new washing machine.

Slap, slap, slap, thud, thud…

“Ah, ah. Ah. Ahh. Ah. Ha. Hnn…”

Her body shook uncontrollably. The footrest rattled.

Drool leaked from Haniel’s mouth as she lay sprawled over the washing machine.

Regan’s smooth gl*ns caught on the protruding ridges inside her walls, mercilessly scraping and creating friction. A sensation that made her dizzy poured down in streams.

This was how Haniel had gained the additional 160 life force.

Regan, whose mating season had not yet fully subsided.

These days, he was channeling all the energy he used to expend destroying the clearing into Haniel.

Like a beast in heat that knew nothing else, he would cling to her at all hours, pressing his swollen lower part against her.

‘No, he is indeed a beast in heat.’

Literally a beast in heat… a beast. A dog.

I took him in, and showing no gratitude, this black-haired beast rubs his c*ck against the owner’s thighs.

Of course, normally it would be somewhat unreasonable to describe Regan with such raw terms.

Away from Haniel, or when too focused to notice her approach with his usually sharp senses, he projected such intimidation that he made one’s hair stand on end, and occasionally seemed quite lonely.

But why did that loneliness disappear the moment he laid eyes on her, Haniel?

A lofty and intimidating man.

A man who, in order to overcome his heat alone, covered his beautiful face with wounds, disregarding his own pain to remain solitary.

A man who would growl threateningly if someone crossed his boundaries, but when they retreated, would just quietly watch with unavoidable regret in his composed eyes… such a man…

“This device is perfect for you to bend over.”

“Wh-what…”

Creak. Thud!

“Ahk!”

“Ngh.”

At some point, he had become a dog.

A dog in heat.

‘Why has it come to this?’

It’s not that it felt bad.

No, rather, it was a problem because it felt too good.

The problem was that this mind-blowing pleasure neither diminished nor became familiar.

Especially Regan, far from getting used to the pleasure from his relationship with Haniel, was becoming more addictively exploring her body with each passing day.

They say late learners don’t know when dawn breaks.

As if they had never been sexually inexperienced, Regan and Haniel had been stuck together almost every day since that night.

Wherever Haniel was, whatever she was doing, once Regan saw her, he would come over, make insignificant conversation… and eventually, like a predetermined sequence, press his body against hers.

Although Haniel pretended to be reluctant, she never rejected him, and the two mixed their bodies as if it were routine, regardless of location—be it in front of this washing machine, in the kitchen, on the floor of the house, or in the forest.

By now, even if Regan came unexpectedly and inserted his c*ck into Haniel’s genitals without a word, her v*gina could devour it without any f*replay.

Her inner walls, familiar with Regan’s shape and slowly changing to match it, would rather scream with joy when his c*ck suddenly invaded.

“Ah, ohh. Hnngh.”

Haniel moaned as the gl*ns scraped the inner ridges of her walls as it tried to pull out, not even thinking about wiping the drool falling from the corner of her mouth.

The smooth gl*ns. Unlike humans, the crown of his gl*ns was shaped like a club, without a clear line down the shaft but with a gentle curve, but there was a protruding part in the middle…

“Ahhh!”

With each thr*st, it would vigorously scrape against the sensitive spots protruding from the inner walls of Haniel’s v*gina.

Slick, slick. Squelch. Squish.

Would it have been better if it were a human’s organ?

When Regan’s c*ck, made of smooth erectile tissue without rough skin, precariously and tantalizingly brushed against that spot, caught inside, and then pulled out again, Haniel felt it was more unbearable than being roughly pounded.

“Uh, d-don’t… pressss…”

Squeeze.

When Regan brought his thick, hot hand to her stomach like this, pressing and rubbing it firmly, her body trembled even more.

At some point, during s*x, Regan would press around Haniel’s lower abdomen and navel, seemingly checking the shape of his own c*ck inside her v*gina.

Every time he pressed and pushed down on that area, Haniel felt as if her *terus was being directly touched by those persistent hands.

Inside, the blunt c*ck would stick to her cervix and then detach, digging at its entrance, while outside, his pressing hands caressed her.

Regan moved as if he were m*sturbating with Haniel’s body surrounding his p*nis, pressing with delicate yet rough touches and slightly moving his hips, shaking rapidly.

At such times, the mucous membrane of Haniel’s inner walls surrounding Regan’s c*ck would cling more tightly around his organ due to the pressure applied from outside, just as he intended.

Naturally, the crimson gl*ns and its uneven surface would catch like fishhooks on the folds and flesh inside her vaginal walls, scraping them raw…

Tremble, tremble, tremble.

“Ahh! Ahhh… hak!”

Like this. Her legs, suspended in the air as she bent over the washing machine, would convulse uncontrollably.

Love juices burst forth like a flood, streaming down Haniel’s pants, which Regan had only pulled down to her thighs in his haste before pouncing on her.