Tamed Monster - Chapter 5

Before Lancart’s corpse, the monster had tried.

He had worked hard to perfectly replicate every inch of his body, leaving no detail overlooked. He had paid particular attention to his face, then to his skeletal structure and muscles.

However, since it was made using the decaying corpse as a reference, the result didn’t have a smooth, seamless appearance.

‘Is this what a human d**k looks like?’

Even the anatomy book his monster friend Hector had painstakingly acquired didn’t provide a detailed illustration of a p***s. Humans, with their absurd sense of propriety, couldn’t even bring themselves to draw the most essential reproductive organ honestly.

“Ugh… how the hell am I supposed to do this?”

The monster hesitated, then cupped the d**k in both hands. The balls looked similar between monsters and humans—only the size and color differed. Avoiding that area, he stretched and squeezed the shaft repeatedly, molding it like clay.

He didn’t know what size was it even supposed to be? How deep was a human woman’s hole?

He wasn’t planning on mating, but the perfectionist monster still wanted to get it right. He couldn’t exactly summon the woman in here to check.

And if he showed this grotesque imitation to a female, his disguise would be blown instantly. So he had no choice but to shape it from imagination.

This size seems about right. Roughly the length from thumb to pinky when the hand was fully spread. A modest, manageable size.

Next, the texture. Human skin was softer than a monster’s, so should it be smooth, like a mollusk? The book’s illustrations were too blurry, leaving the monster to rely entirely on guesswork.

A spiral d**k? A ridged d**k? A spiked d**k? A pointed d**k?

It had to choose. What kind of d**k to make. Each four shapes had its own merits. Spiral and pointed shapes would penetrate the womb easily, while ridges and spikes would stimulate every inch of the inner walls. The monster’s natural form was already a massive, thorn-covered member.

“Forget the ridges, idiot. Does a human d**k even look like that?”

Hector had scolded it while he struggled over Lancart’s corpse, so he couldn’t just default to his original shape. Reluctantly, the monster abandoned his fantasies and tried to recall the vague image from the book.

A bare d**k… ugh.

But a human d**k probably had to be that way. Grumbling, the monster mechanically kneaded and reshaped the shaft.

In the end, he settled on a completely smooth shaft, but flared the tip. The thick crown would make any woman shudder with each thrust. Some might even pass out from the overwhelming sensation.

Not that the monster planned to mate with anyone. Still, it couldn’t help but feel satisfied with his creation as it finally scooped up a handful of water to rinse off. He splashed water over his head and scrubbed every inch of his body with his palms.

Without even sparing a glance at the soap, towels, and oils neatly arranged on the shelf below the mirror, he took his time finishing his bath. Then, he pulled the clothes into the bathroom, just as a sneaky cat would steal something.

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The magnificent mansion of Duke Alexander Lancart had a total of 32 rooms.

It had a library, a dressing room, an armory, a gallery, a reception room, a number of bedrooms, a studio, and many other rooms for various purposes. The mansion, with secret spaces on each floor prepared for exhibitions, was like a fortress in design.

The monster in the form of Lancart, after thoroughly inspecting the interior of the fortress-like house, degraded the new home in one dismissive sentence.

“If I came in alone, I could wipe it all out.”

Lying sprawled across the bed in the Duke’s bedroom, he muttered to himself, counting the people in the mansion on his fingers.

“Five on this floor. Three downstairs. Six on the next floor, and four on the ground floor…”

There were also several unnecessary buildings outside. It seemed like there might even be a sheepfold. This estate was fully self-sustaining, enough for the Duke to live entirely off the land. It was a stark contrast to the life of the monsters, who survived by hunting just to get by.

“Tch. This is such a f*****g hassle.”

Muttering to himself, he estimated there were around 20 personnel just in the main building. It was fewer than expected. On the day he completed his objective and left the mansion, he could easily kill everyone within an hour.

Of course, the list of people to be killed included the woman he referred to as ‘wife.’

“Duke!”

She had screamed his name like thunder, but when he looked into her eyes, she shrank back like a harmless lamb before a wolf.

He had been treating her kindly on purpose, knowing she would be a useful asset for infiltrating the palace, but the monster had no actual interest in the woman.

Though it was a little sad for her to be toyed with and then killed, there were many pitiful beings in the world.