Tamed Monster - Chapter 25

A patch of smooth bush caught his eye.

Just like her hair color, the sparse, light brown pubic hair was wet, giving it a darker, richer hue.

The monster, honest to his desires, was already aroused well before she had made any move to invite s*x. He nearly made a noise of pleasure but clenched his mouth shut, tearing his gaze away from the door crack to steady his excited breath.

‘Damn, I’m so horny.’

Kuinan had often become e***t before, but this was the first time his e******n was fueled purely by the desire to penetrate someone’s hole.

If he indulged his whims inside her, she’d surely be overwhelmed and die in the midst of their frenzy. Even imagining that scene sent his excitement soaring. He felt both regret and a dizzying thrill at once.

Swish—

Unaware he was watching, the woman busied herself washing her body. Meanwhile, Kuinan imagined, again and again, the act he longed to perform.

He wanted to mate with her—to make her cry, to tear her apart, to conquer her. Her death would be a pity, but also a strange source of stimulation.

A monster whose daily routine was slaughter and destruction, Kuinan didn’t even realize how twisted his own mindset had become.

—Swish.

A strange, undefinable desire blossomed inside him, mixing unfamiliar urges of possession, conquest, and destruction.

Whether it was a drive to reproduce or a craving to kill, this bizarre feeling churned his calm soul like a turbulent lake—and soon, nausea began to rise.

Following his instincts, he grasped his twitching member firmly.

His grotesquely shaped, still far-from-normal organ twisted as his fist clenched. No matter how many illustrations he studied, he could never quite get the details of a male organ right, so the fake Lancart’s member changed shape daily.

Today, it resembled a mix of dog and snake. The glans jutted sharply, the crown lay flat, the shaft bent flexibly upward, and its surface was covered with thorny protrusions—like a bizarre sea creature found on a rocky shore.

So hideous that no one would ever think to try it. The fake Lancart thought this form was pleasing enough. After all, he wasn’t going to be walking around naked, but sometimes a little variety was needed.

After fiddling with his member for a while, reshaping it in all sorts of ways, he grew more frenzied just as the woman finished washing off all the soap and dried herself with a towel.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap—!

He stared persistently at her soft, pale skin, her supple curves without a hint of firmness, and the light-colored patch between her thighs, as if trying to uncover it.

Such a body was not his usual preference, making the whole situation strange. Kuinan did have an ideal type—the perfect female form was firmly imprinted in his mind, basically the complete opposite of the woman before him.

She should have a robust skeleton, ample muscles, and a strong appearance. Her features should be large and fierce, and her voice low and husky. Even the most feminine female was far softer than Kuinan’s own true form.

‘Small, weak, delicate features, a sweet voice… she probably wouldn’t even get me excited during s*x. So why the hell am I horny…?’

Pondering what he considered the greatest mystery of his life, he pushed himself to the limit.

Without changing expression or gasping, unlike human men, monsters didn’t get especially aroused during mating. They didn’t climax once or twice and call it satisfaction; their basic habit was to climax over a dozen times within an hour to feel fulfilled.

Psshhh—! His right hand grasped and lifted the glans as thick white s***n burst out uncontrollably.

Through the slightly open door crack, the s***n sprayed onto the bathroom floor, leaving white stains. Sylvia, turned away from him, was unaware and carefully drying her body. She then reached for some familiar scented oil and applied the sticky liquid to every corner.

Only after the artificial scent wafted out the door did the monster wrinkle his nose and, with his arousal gone, quietly retreat.

He wondered how long she would remain blissfully unaware—too absorbed in her shower to notice him peeking or leering lustfully.

Just as her worried face turned toward the door, Kuinan slipped out with perfect timing.

He didn’t understand why she insisted on bathing in the shabby guest bathroom instead of their shared one. With Rossa’s nagging, she’d soon be in his arms anyway. What was the point of hiding her nakedness?

Back in the bedroom, Kuinan continued to stroke his member, releasing s***n eleven more times. When the Duchess didn’t return for a while, he wandered out looking for her and heard unexpected news.

She had slipped on the s***n he’d just sprayed and twisted her ankle in a fall.