Chapter 75
Hector wondered what the hell that guy was doing.
He was clutching a limp woman right in front of their destination, rocking his body back and forth, and for a moment Hector thought he might be… engaging in necr-philia.
The guy didn’t have that sort of taste, but who knew? Maybe he’d picked up a new hobby. Narrowing his eyes, Hector watched closely—and after a while realized that wasn’t it.
“What… so he’s just r-ping her?”
Hector was even more confused because this was something the guy had likely never done before.
And more than that, the woman looked human. A small frame no bigger than a third of a monster’s, weakly flailing limbs, soft, pale skin—it was impossible not to notice, even from a distance. Eventually, Hector realized:
“That’s his wife.”
Ah, the woman he’d mentioned bringing along as a witness. She was clearly a valuable human who could be used as a pawn over time.
That made sense—but why on earth was he embracing her in the middle of a swamp like that? And there were plenty of eyes around them watching, including Hector himself.
“What’s the matter, Hector?”
A monster from the western swamp, one of the ‘three lords’ but weaker than Hector, crept close and growled. Hector grimaced as the creature’s pungent breath hit him and instinctively created distance.
“Nothing. Kuinan’s just come up close.”
“But what is he doing? Why isn’t he pretending to kill you, and why is he holding her like that?”
The monster sniffed, trying to detect the woman’s identity. But the attempt failed, and if anything, it left him even more puzzled.
From this distance, the woman could almost pass as either a monster or a human. Watching her closely, Hector was certain she was human—but still, it was strange.
“Ugh… the smell is intense. It’s like there are two Kuinans here.”
As he said, the woman’s entire body was covered in Kuinan’s scent. For most male monsters, a strong monster scent is repulsive, like a foul stench. But female monsters were drawn to the scent of powerful, threatening males. And all the monsters around here were male.
“That bastard… seems to have picked up some strange new hobby.”
Hector muttered, and the nearby monster, who didn’t understand a word, growled again. Hector kicked it sharply, warning it not to spray its foul breath around.
“Ugh! Hey!”
“This won’t do. I need a closer look. If I give him a little signal through my clone, he’ll stop whatever he’s doing and come over. You tell the others—don’t interfere with him for now.”
A sickening sound of tearing echoed as Hector’s right arm was ripped off. The surrounding monsters, used to the sight, didn’t flinch. His severed arm instantly transformed into a crow, flapping its wings and soaring high until it looked no bigger than a dot.
“No way… he’s not actually in love with her, is he?”
Hector muttered anxiously, and the nearby monster, still exhaling its foul breath, furrowed its brow.
* * *
“A—ahhh!”
It felt like her mind was about to shatter.
The pleasure was driving her insane—something like brushing against death, yet also like reaching the very height of ecstasy.
A destructive rapture ripped through Sylvia’s entire body. At last, unable to endure any longer, she let out a torn scream and wrapped her legs tightly around the man pressing down on her. Her trembling thighs quivered uncontrollably.
“Ah—haa… damn, you’re tight…”
With a sharp hiss, her husband muttered a crude word. More than the following curse, it was that brief hiss that struck Sylvia as strangely fluent, as though it were his native tongue.
In truth, his Imperial pronunciation had never been smooth. Ever since he returned from his disappearance, his speech had grown oddly slurred.
“Ah—ahh! Hhhng, nnngh!”
“Do you like it? Being drilled into like this, making you crazy?”
He asked in a rough voice, but Sylvia shook her head fiercely. Flushed with shame, she insisted she wasn’t feeling a thing.
He smirked, sulky and mischievous. Fine then—if being gentle didn’t satisfy his wife, he’d just flip her over and take her in another way.
“Uhh…!”
Pressed belly-down in the mud, Sylvia was overwhelmed by the sudden imbalance, terror seizing her. As she struggled, Kuinan patted her back roughly, as if to calm her down.
“It’s fine. You won’t sink.”
And even if she did, he could always pull her back out. With the monstrous strength of a high-ranking monster, he could haul a full-grown man buried head-deep in the swamp out with ease.
To lift his little human wife would never tire him, not even all day. For now, such trifles were irrelevant—what mattered was the act of mating itself.
“Relax. Stay still. Good girl… you’ll obey quietly, won’t you?”
Using the coarse speech of a back-alley thug, Kuinan shifted her position minutely. His shaft swelled quickly, and now that he had returned to his homeland, he unfurled the grotesque, monstrous c**k of his true form.
Sylvia had no idea what he was doing behind her—had she known, she might have bolted.
Thrust—
“Uhn!”
“Good girl.”
Excitement made gills flare on one side of his neck, rasping with his every breath. Sylvia sensed something was wrong, but with her mind clouded by the demonic energy in the air, she could do nothing but remain frozen.
Soon, his organ, which had been rubbing around her folds, found its mark.
But no matter how much brute force pressed against her, no human body could simply break physical law to accept something of that size.
In the human world, the laws of nature were absolute.
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