“Oof.”

As Haniel finally got down from the precious washing machine and stood on her own two feet, Regan knelt behind her.

And then…

“I’ll clean you up.”

“Huh? No? W-wait! Don’t lick!”

Regan opened his mouth wide and buried his face in her buttocks.

“Eek!”

Haniel struggled convulsively, trying to escape, but because of Regan’s arms already firmly gripping her two legs like tree roots, she could only barely place her hands on the washing machine in front of her.

Haniel twitched, not knowing what to do.

When her movements seemed to have subsided somewhat, Regan spread her buttocks apart with his two pot-lid-sized hands.

Stretch…

The twitching anus, thoroughly wet, was revealed first, and below it the perineum, and then the human g*nitalia that looked like overlapping flower petals.

Whoosh, a very fragrant smell from the spread private parts hit Regan’s sensitive nose.

A strangely fragrant smell of Haniel’s human-specific love juices, secretions, and Hume male s*men combined.

He wanted to swallow it all in one bite.

Regan’s Adam’s apple moved up and down as his mouth watered at the sight before his eyes and the scent filling his nostrils.

And then…

“Sh*t, ah… ah, wait… uaah!”

Regan opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick Haniel’s perineum with slurping sounds.

Haniel twisted her body at the sensation of squirming with the slippery fl*id below.

Yes, this was another of Regan’s newly formed patterns these days.

Cleaning up Haniel’s soiled body, exhausted from receiving his c*ck, with his own tongue.

Slurp, slurp. Regan’s flat, elongated tongue licked thoroughly from her vaginal opening, where s*men was bubbling out, to her l*bia minora wings, her cl*toris, and then the perineum at the back.

“Uh, uuh… w-waiit… it’s dirty there…”

It was humiliating.

Even though she had already received this “cleanup” service disguised as aftercare dozens of times, Haniel still couldn’t get used to it.

Isn’t it really dirty? She had said this many times, but Regan didn’t seem to think licking Haniel’s buttocks was dirty at all.

No, rather, he buried his face as deeply as possible into her buttocks, his eyes gleaming.

So deeply that she could feel not just his tongue but the contours of the man’s nose bridge and entire face buried in that area.

How could he do that?

Actually, out of curiosity, a few days ago, Haniel had also slightly… licked Regan’s s*men, but while it wasn’t as disgusting as she had expected, it wasn’t delicious either.

That’s why she couldn’t understand why Regan always cleaned up her genitals and the surrounding area with his tongue, looking pleased.

Moreover, what was sticking and flowing in her groin would include her own fl*ids, but mostly it would be Regan’s own s*men…

Slurp, slurp.

“Mmm…”

A sweet m*an escaped from Haniel’s mouth.

But regardless, Regan seemed to enjoy this act itself.

Licking an exhausted female with his tongue after mating.

Like animals grooming each other’s fur affectionately, performing the act, and then tidying each other up, he felt a kind of satisfaction in licking his mate Haniel’s body clean.

Growl.

The beast-like sound rumbling from deep in Regan’s throat. It was evidence that he was intensely satisfied with this act.

After licking for quite some time, Regan kissed Haniel’s v*gina and buttocks, which she was barely managing to keep standing, and personally pulled up her half-wet clothes.

“You worked hard.”

Why aren’t you the one working hard! You should be the one working hard!

It was draining.

It was more exhausting than farming…

Just then. A clear sound rang in Haniel’s ear as she swallowed her m*ans.

Ding!

‘Ah.’

Vigorous reproductive activity acknowledged by the system.

The way it appeared like a ghost right after they finished, patting Haniel’s shoulder as if to say “good job” while giving her life force… somehow felt annoying!

But the life force itself wasn’t at fault.

‘But this time I gained 15 life force even though the genital knot didn’t swell.’

What was the criterion for life force being granted?

Haniel had gained 10 life force the first time she had pseudo-*ntercourse with Regan by inserting his organ between her thighs.

And then the life force she gained when she had penetrative s*x with Regan was a basic 190, plus a v*rgin bonus of 100, for a total of 290. It was almost a jackpot.

But 10 and 290…

At first, she thought the difference was naturally large because 100 was added for the achievement of picking the flower of a v*rgin man, plus the difference in penetration. But looking at the life force gained from recent sporadic encounters, she felt she didn’t clearly understand the criteria.

‘Just before, even though the knot had swelled, I only received about 13.’

Of course, that encounter wasn’t as intense as their first penetrative s*x, and she hadn’t received enough s*men to make her belly swell tightly and stretch. But compared to the encounter they just had, there was much more s*men contained in her v*gina then, so why did she receive less life force?

Such a question came to Haniel.

‘So it’s not that more life force is gained as the amount of s*men increases?’

She thought there might be other metrics.

For example, differences in the degree of using her “ability”… differences in Haniel’s pleasure and proactiveness.

Perhaps the system wasn’t simply giving life force for having s*x, but was adding points for such detailed aspects?

Although she hadn’t fully grasped it yet, Haniel made such an assumption.

‘Next time, should I just try f*replay without making him *jaculate?’

Just f*replay without making him *jaculate…

For a moment, an image flashed through Haniel’s mind of Regan with his lower part fully swollen, staring at her quietly and persistently, reproaching her with his gaze.

“…”

Would that be too much?

…But all of this wasn’t just simple curiosity, but had the purpose of exploring the category of acts that earn “life force” for the greater good.

And she wasn’t going to do that test right today!

It was clear that if she tried to gain life force one more time here, she wouldn’t be able to stand up all day.

Growl.

“Oh my… let’s get up, get up.”

She had thought about sitting down for a while. But at the beast-like sound from behind, she immediately stood up with superhuman will.

She was afraid Regan might lick his lips again.

Whether she stood up or sat down, Regan was in heat, but Haniel had recently realized that he tended to pounce more often when she was bent over or lying face down.

‘Animal… maybe because he’s a dog.’

Seeing how he goes crazy for positions suitable for mating and pounces, even though he looks normal on the outside, his essence might be closer to an animal.

Swallowing words that would likely be extremely insulting to the Hume race, Haniel slapped away Regan’s hand that was stealthily reaching out.

“Really, no more for today!”

“…Do I look like such a beast to you?”

“Uh…”

Isn’t that right?