Her panties had long since become wet and soiled.

Regan glanced down at Haniel’s white underwear and twisted the corner of his mouth upward.

He reached out and hooked his fingers into the leg opening of her underwear.

“…Bothersome.”

“Don’t… pull!”

“From now on, don’t wear these.”

‘What is he saying?’

Haniel turned her head to look back, panting.

Regan pressed closely against her back, pulling her pants and underwear, which were already down to her thighs, even lower as he insisted.

“I never know when I’ll want to thr*st into your hole… it’s in the way.”

“You’re cra… really crazy…”

“So that I can immediately thr*st into you when I just pull down your pants, go around like this, without underwear below.”

…Is he serious?

For someone saying such things, even during their brief lovemaking, Regan had only minimally opened the front of his pants, not removing any other clothing.

As if he truly just wanted to immerse his organ in Haniel’s v*gina, he had only slightly opened what needed to be opened to take out his c*ck, while the rest of his appearance remained unchanged from when he had gone out for training this morning.

He looked so neat that if his monstrous organ, as thick as a forearm, wasn’t sticking out, he could pretend nothing had happened.

The only disheveled one was Haniel, bent over the washing machine, receiving his c*ck.

Positioning her buttocks and vaginal opening at just the right height for him to insert without effort when he pressed his lower body forward…

…it was a scene where human dignity was gradually losing its place…

It was tearful.

With sweat-soaked hair clinging to her forehead, Haniel exhaled with agitation.

“…You, you know what you just said is really absurd, right? I don’t have to dress according to your convenience.”

She wondered if perhaps the Hume race maintained a patriarchal culture that gave more power to males.

But to Haniel’s somewhat sharp words, Regan simply responded nonchalantly.

“You’re probably right. Well, it doesn’t really matter to me.”

“What? You just told me to go around without underwear? Huh?”

“Yes. Every time this… gets hard, it’s in the way when I want to insert it into your s*x that’s in front of me. But…”

A deep smile spread across the man’s strongly defined face.

“Having to undress you piece by piece is also quite appealing.”

Ooh…

‘Is he crazy?’

Suddenly, like a contrary child, she wanted to go around without any underwear.

Mating season either way.

What was she supposed to do?

She wanted to say, “I was wrong. I’ll just go around completely n*ked,” but it felt like crossing a point of no return.

This thin fabric was the only thing protecting her from Regan’s c*ck, which got *rect several times a day and went searching for a v*gina to thr*st into!

Squeeze. Once again, the thick gl*ns pressed against her cervix.

As Haniel trembled spasmodically, Regan smiled faintly and lowered his head to kiss her earlobe.

“I’ll release soon.”

And then, the man gripped Haniel’s short waist with both hands tightly enough to leave bruises, and pushed his body forward with a long thr*st.

Squelch…

“Hak, ah, ah, ugh, uaah…”

“Huu…”

The washing machine in front, and behind her, a rock-like… giant man over 2m tall.

Haniel felt as if her lungs would burst, sticking out her tongue and barely managing to take shallow breaths.

What she had learned after days of pressing bodies together was that Regan enjoyed ejaculating this way.

Haniel already had a very unfairly disadvantageous physical condition where, if Regan subdued her with his strength or body, she couldn’t go anywhere and had to quietly receive the s*men he released.

Yet Regan, perhaps afraid she might run away or struggle, enjoyed ejaculating while wedging or restraining her body somewhere so she couldn’t move an inch.

Previously, he had done the same with oral, and this, too, might be the instinct of a Hume male not to lose his prey or female.

With that enormous body, vastly exceeding human proportions, completely enveloping Haniel’s small frame, embracing her, confining her within his arms.

Regan pressed their groins and genitals together, inserting himself until there was no more space, pressing firmly as he *jaculated.

Though it was obvious that Haniel’s bone strength and flesh durability were much more fragile and easily bruised, Regan clenched his muscle-filled buttocks hard enough to create dimples and thr*st his organ into her s*x, rubbing his lower body against her until her l*bia minora were pushed inward.

It was behavior bordering on obsession.

And then he slowly poured his s*men inside her until it was painful.

Didn’t someone say that a man’s *jaculation is connected to the pleasure felt when urinating?

Regan too *jaculated so forcefully that Haniel’s inner walls might have felt stinging from the sudden stream, almost like urination.

“…It’s full.”

Tell me about it.

Haniel touched her own belly, bulging with s*men.

‘Would it be strange to say this has become routine too?’

It feels like sloshing inside whenever she moves her waist.

…This belly was what Regan loved most every time they mated.

It might seem a bit strange… but Haniel’s body filled with s*men, or more precisely, filled with his traces.

Regan smiled faintly and reached out with his pot-lid-sized hand to caress Haniel’s slightly protruding lower abdomen.

“Ungh…”

“No knot formed this time.”

Regan traced Haniel’s vaginal opening with his finger, seemingly disappointed.

As he said, there was no genital knot visible at the base of Regan’s crimson c*ck that hung limply against his thigh.

“Ugh, st… don’t dig.”

Haniel trembled slightly as Regan’s finger, thick enough to fall within the range of a human male’s p*nis size, teased the edge of her vaginal opening as if about to dig into it.

With that, her lower abdomen and genitals naturally contracted from tension.

Drip… s*men slowly leaked from the unsealed opening, sticking to Regan’s finger and stretching out in long strands.

“Tsk… what a waste.”

What a waste indeed. Regan clicked his tongue at the sight.

Precious seed.

Although Haniel couldn’t get pregnant from his Hume s*men, he somehow felt it was a waste to see what he had released flowing out like this.

Originally, it should have been fully contained inside his mate, making her belly swell for a long time.

Seeing Regan’s face showing obvious regret, Haniel inwardly cursed.

‘It’s only a waste to you!’

Even now, without being plugged, her belly was slightly protruding with the s*men filling it, but when it had been sealed with a knot, how painful it had been.

Of course… of course, it wasn’t just painful, and Haniel had felt very good too… but still, having a swollen belly and another person’s c*ck constantly stuffed in her lower hole was an uncomfortable process.

Yes, the genital knot.

Fortunately for Haniel, the problematic genital knot that had tormented her during their first penetrative s*x didn’t swell every time she had relations with Regan.

Regan seemed quite disappointed about this, but it appeared there was nothing he could do about it.

A Hume male’s genital knot couldn’t be controlled at will just because he wanted it to swell, and apart from when the male was extremely aroused as in their first encounter, and in special cases, it formed randomly.

So did that mean she didn’t have to worry at all when having relations anywhere, like this… natural being who only knew mating? Well, that wasn’t the case either.

Being unable to control it meant the knot might or might not form.

If the genital knot swelled during *ntercourse, they would have to remain grafted together for tens of minutes.

‘It’s not like he would pull out in advance if a genital knot was forming anyway.’

In truth, when the genital knot first swelled inside her, Haniel had been afraid, thinking of a foreign body organ swelling inside her internal organs and unknown things happening… but now that fear had largely subsided.

Of course, inserting a mass of flesh the size of two combined fists into a spread v*gina was naturally burdensome.

But knowing her belly wouldn’t actually tear made things much better.

So… they ended up joining bodies like this several times a day.

Probably even freely grazing rabbits on a farm wouldn’t engage in such vigorous reproductive activity.

“Phew… hm?”

Tremble. Shivering from an inexplicable chill, Haniel rolled her eyes to glance at Regan standing behind her.

‘He’s looking at that again.’

For some reason, the frequency with which Regan intently observed her nape had increased lately.

Even while she was bent over like this, he stared so intensely and licked his lips that at first she thought he wanted to nibble on it, but increasingly she felt a more sticky kind of longing than such a simple desire, which gave her goosebumps.

…Should she make him a dog treat?