She brought the triangle of cloth closer to her face.
As if touching a forbidden artifact tucked away on the lowest shelf of some ancient, sealed-off library.
Her nose pressed against the inner fold—right where the fabric had once clung to the head of a man’s pride.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Hmm... cold... but the scent is still there," she whispered—almost like a whispered confession of sin.
Her hand trembled slightly.
She inhaled again. This time, deeper.
The corner of her lips began to lift.
But it wasn’t a sly smile.
It wasn’t a pervy grin.
It was the gentle, pure smile of a bookish girl—one who had just discovered a smut fanfic that checked every box on her list. A taboo-laced tale. With unapologetically extreme sex scenes.
"This..." she whispered again, staring at the fabric like a child who’d found a cult-classic toy.
"...I’ll keep it safe."
She pressed the cloth gently to her cheek.
Her skin gave warmth to a relic of modern male underwear.
Lowered her head again.
Eyes fixed on the cloth.
Her face still blushing.
Her eyes sparkling like a sweet, horny girl who’d dived too deep into the forbidden lore of lust.
Then, in a murmur barely distinguishable from a prayer:
"I want to feel that lowly shaft inside my higher flesh."
Back to The First Legendary Dick Master, still working on uprooting trees. He began to doze off in his labor, even his cock slowly started to soften.
Nathan took a deep breath, then pulled out another sapoa tree.
His hands moved faster, uprooting tree by tree with no time, as if fed up with gripping tree trunks.
Each yank was faster, harder—he didn’t even check the roots anymore. Just rip, toss, move.
"Seventy percent..." he muttered, watching the progress panel flash before disappearing again.
His body began to tremble slightly, sweat soaking his back and chest.
But his hands kept pulling.
His breath grew heavier.
His body felt like a worn-out piece of farming machinery.
He glanced to his right.
Validia was still busy—sorting the tree logs while smiling like a kid at a playground.
Her giant body moved gracefully yet efficiently. As if this was genuinely fun for her.
"...Still full of energy..."
Nathan turned his head the other way.
At first, he thought the snake girl was just sitting normally. But from afar, her posture looked... off.
Velmora was holding her cheeks with both hands.
Palms pressed to her own face, as if checking the temperature of her skin—or holding in something that was too hot inside her.
Her chest rose and fell quickly.
Not out of exhaustion. But something else... like she was too excited.
His eyes shifted back to Velmora’s face.
Her joy was painfully honest.
As if something inside her was begging to come out—
but she chose to enjoy it slowly.
"...What the hell..."
Nathan was just about to say something when two shadows entered the left side of his vision.
Light steps on grass.
Two pairs of caramel thighs.
Then two pairs of caramel tits, bouncing in synchronized rhythm—
like an official welcome parade.
Domina and Livia had woken up.
Both walked slowly toward him, their eyes still heavy with sleep,
but their lips curled into soft smiles—
like girls fresh from a wet dream, unsure if it was real or not.
Nathan could only stand still.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, stinging his eyelids.
Neuron activation triggered automatically, sending a signal to his cock:
Visual stimulus acquired. Prepare to rise.
Nathan let out a long breath.
Then one more—the kind of exhale that sounded like someone realizing life is just too long.
Without saying a word to Domina, Livia, or Velmora, he leapt toward the edge of the river— to the opposite river bank from the Monster Girls.
As if trying to replace every drop of liquid that had ever left his body—
sweat, spit, and the other one.
Water dripped from his lips to his chin.
His eyes swept the scenery.
Too much to process for a brain running on fumes.
Two pairs of caramel tits still bounced in the distance—
as if trying to sneak into Nathan’s subconscious and grin from the inside.
Velmora was still sitting, hands on her cheeks.
Her innocent horny expression looked like a girl secretly reading a fanfic about sacred semen rituals.
And that colossal pussy fold....
His skull was burning.
I’m tired. Tired of thinking. Tired of controlling. Tired of resisting.
His hand moved to his waist.
Air hit the skin around his crotch.
Nathan stared down at his own shaft.
I really can’t take it anymore!
His pants hung loosely around his thighs.
His shaft, half-erect, trembled gently—like a confused little creature who had lost its spiritual GPS.
He pulled his pants off completely, then held them in his left hand.
He took one step back.
Straight toward them.
For a full second in mid-air, Nathan’s cock swung freely—like an eel refusing to be grasped.
A few drops of sweat fell to the river below.
All the Monster Girls watched in silence.
His feet hit the ground.
He walked closer to them.
Domina tilted her head, her bunny ears twitching gently.
Livia blinked rapidly.
Velmora was still clutching her cheeks—but now, she trembled for an entirely different reason.
Still sorting sapoa logs. Focused. Straight. Calm.
Wet. Dirty. Exhausted.
His gaze swept across them—a mix of horniness, frustration, and the quiet surrender of a modern man whose will had been cooked over low heat for far too long.
His voice was hoarse.
Domina stepped forward, slowly—her eyes confused,
like a mother who just caught her son jerking off in the living room.
"Nathan? What’s wrong?"
Nathan’s eyes dropped.
Gently. But it was enough.
Like sacred bells summoning sinners to confess their weakness.
Domina touched his shoulder.
Velmora crawled closer, her eyes wide, lips slightly parted.
Stared at his own shaft.
Then looked back up at them.
"Please... help me release the white water."