Tamed Monster - Chapter 110

The only thing Sylvia hadn’t gotten used to was this—him pushing directly into her womb and finishing inside. What if, on top of that, he tried to invade another opening at the same time? He had no interest in her a*s, so only one hole remained.

‘Even if it ends up broken and she starts leaking all the time, it probably doesn’t matter. Soon I’ll be living outside the castle anyway.’

For monsters, urinating outside was part of daily life. That’s just how it was in the wild. Even during their time as Grand Duke and Duchess, whenever Sylvia had accidents, Kuinan would just clean up the mess. So if he ruined her u*****a, it wouldn’t be a big deal. After weighing his options, he transformed his c**k once again.

Kuina, being a swamp monster and closer to a serpent in nature, liked having two c***s.

Of course, his original form only had one, but after learning how to morph his body, he would sometimes grow a second c**k just for his own amusement. Hector had once caught him at it and cursed him out, asking what kind of depraved hobby that was. But Kuinan didn’t care—he’d do it whenever the mood struck him.

To fit inside her u*****a, he made the second c**k as thin as possible.

It was an absolutely savage sight. Two dripping c***s—one pressed tightly to her cervix, the other nudging and threatening to violate her u*****a, rubbing her sensitive folds from both sides. As a bit of clarity returned to Sylvia, she instinctively gulped, a sense of crisis shooting through her.

‘If not now, then never…’

If she didn’t act now, her body would be damaged beyond repair. Even more than before. Sensing this, she flicked her gaze up to the man, who was totally focused on what he was doing between her legs and seemed to have no idea what she was holding under the pillow.

‘It’s been marinating for days, so it should definitely work.’

It was the same dagger that had worked in the swamp. A weapon the Crown Prince had specially treated to make the blade itself poisonous. On top of that, she had recently applied a fresh dose of poison herself, so it was sure to be effective. Sylvia quickly scanned for what she guessed might be the monster’s weak spot.

‘The back of the neck…? But if I stab him there, he might really die…’

She didn’t actually want to kill him—she just wanted to threaten him, maybe leave a serious wound, but not end his life right in front of her. Not that she fully understood her own conflicting feelings as she gazed at her lover with a mess of love and hate.

The moment she finally chose her target and moved her hand, their eyes met.

“……!”

Just as the second c**k made contact below her entrance, and as her u*****a was being prodded, Kuinan glanced up and spotted the dagger in her hand, a mocking smile twisting his lips.

In a flash of rage, Sylvia abandoned hesitation and drove the blade with all her strength at what she thought was his weak point, not his shoulder or arm, but the vital spot.

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Sylvia had overlooked one critical thing.

For an ordinary monster, that spot might have been fatal. But for a swamp monster, the nape of the neck wasn’t actually a critical weakness.

She didn’t know that. So when she saw the dagger buried deep in the back of his neck, Sylvia was absolutely horrified. For a moment, she thought she had accidentally killed her husband. The wound looked so severe that, even with treatment, she doubted he could survive. Gasping, she bit her lip.

A guttural sound rumbled from her husband’s bloodied lips.

Or—was it really his lips? His mouth remained firmly closed, eyes fixed on her as he reached for the dagger, apparently intending to pull it out. Sylvia, still panting, tried to stop him.

“Don’t…!”

But before she could even finish the sentence, blood welled up and spurted from the wound. Kuinan yanked the blade free and flung it aside, blood gushing down his back. The dagger landed right next to Sylvia, embedding itself in the pillow like a thrown dart. If its trajectory had shifted just a bit, it could have punctured her face.

“……”

Noticing his anger and fully realizing the situation she was in, Sylvia held her breath. Her lips went pale, her complexion drained of color. Just moments earlier, her naked body had glistened with sweat from their feverish coupling; now, she was bone-dry and icy. Kuinan had already withdrawn from her the moment she stabbed him.

“Ah… That was… too much.”

A guttural, choking sound came from his throat, followed by a sigh.

Despite such a serious wound, her husband didn’t seem to be in agony. If it was an act, he was putting on a perfect act—his body didn’t tremble, and his movements seemed completely natural.

If anything, Sylvia was the one shaking uncontrollably, like she was the one who’d been injured. She kept watching him, bewildered.

‘Why…?’

Sylvia couldn’t understand how is he still able to stand there so steadily, right above her?