The white liquid landed on the grass.
The bursts came with every twitch of the cock, wrapped in warm skin, bathed in saliva and sweat — all of it soaked in affection.
Fortunately, Nathan hadn’t activated [Semenflora]— had he done so, the wild grass would’ve grown rapidly, like crime rates during a sudden spike in food and clothing prices.
He exhaled. Slowly, the fingers on his right hand released Domina’s caramel tit. His left hand let go of her shoulder.
He stepped back, withdrawing his private blade from the grip of Caramel Mommy’s armpit.
His cock pulled away slowly, a sticky trail— a mix of saliva and sweat— dangling from the underside of the shaft, stretching from just below the glans to the tip itself.
Domina turned around.
"How was it? You’re not suffering anymore, right?"
She stood slowly, her sweaty caramel breasts reflecting sunlight, and she walked toward Nathan— until his line of sight was perfectly aligned with the center of her chest.
"I... I’m feeling better," he said, his eyes widening.
Caramel Mommy’s left hand had already landed on the top of his head, beginning to gently caress him. Her right hand slowly moved, resting on Nathan’s shoulder. A wide smile spread across Domina’s face. Her gaze radiated pure, motherly sincerity.
Nathan’s soul trembled once more.
"Th... thank you," he whispered—
trying with all his might to appreciate beauty and maternal grace without rubbing his cock even for a single second.
Domina kept stroking his head.
Nathan remained silent. His cheeks flushed red, confused by the motherly aftercare Domina was giving him.
He looked into Domina’s eyes, his face tilted upward, like a child happy to see his mom always waiting for him at the school gate.
That smile... he murmured inside.
He looked down, his gaze settling in the center of Domina’s chest.
Slowly, he stepped forward.
His arms opened— and moved closer to Caramel Mommy’s body.
He hugged her. The sincerity he once found slightly unsettling, he now accepted fully. Without any intention to grope, his arms gently wrapped around Domina’s back.
Domina’s bunny ears twitched.
"You’re such a..." she said softly.
pressing lightly against Domina’s skin—still carrying the scent of sweat. The thin fabric covering her caramel tits had torn slightly.
Domina’s left hand remained on his crown, still stroking the hair of a man whose race she did not recognize.
in this strange forest,
Domina’s body—her sincerity and femininity—granted Nathan’s pride a sacred kind of privacy, blessed his manhood a hundred percent win rate to dodging the judgment of collective masculinity.
Domina’s hand stopped stroking Nathan’s head.
"Hey," her voice broke the soft silence.
Nathan slowly lifted his head.
Their eyes met— still wrapped in the remnants of a sticky warmth, born from a hug drenched in sweat not yet dried.
Domina smiled wide, her ears twitching, her eyes glowing with renewed energy.
"I think... it’s bath time."
Nathan paused for a moment,
then gave a slow nod— like a child being told to wash his hands before dinner. He didn’t ask. Didn’t protest. Didn’t dodge.
Because his body was already radiating a scent no perfume on Earth could define— a blend of semen, tears, and affection born from emotional malpractice.
Domina instantly turned around,
grabbing Nathan’s right hand and began trotting toward the river— her footsteps light,
bare feet brushing the grass, her bunny ears flapping like flags unsure what holiday they were celebrating.
Nathan stumbled after her, trying to steady his body, still weak from post-climax fatigue.
Wabble...—Wobblee...—Wobble.
Each step felt like a parade of genitals
still unaware the war had already ended.
Shit, Nathan muttered in his head.
Why do I feel like a side character in an isekai anime who never got pants?
But he kept walking, letting his bacteria-coated cock sway in rhythm with Caramel Mommy’s carefree dash.
But because it simply wasn’t ready to go limp, even cooldown was kicking in.
They arrived at the riverbank, the usual place they bathed.
The monster girls were already gathered there.
"OI... I’ve prepared sapoa sap for the two of you!"
Livia shouted while waving her arms.
Velmora sat half-submerged in the water, her scaly body shimmering like a snake that had just finished yoga.
Validia was seated at the river’s edge, back facing Nathan. Her colossal ass rested beautifully on the grass.
Her head turned slowly.
"I’ve separated all the sapoa tree branches," she said, smiling at Nathan.
Why do I feel like I’ve become her supervisor? he thought.
Morvessa... perched on Velmora’s thigh.
Like a crow too aristocratic to get wet, her eyes stared straight at a single point: Nathan.
Nathan cleared his throat.
Is that bird looking at me... or just my dick?
Domina let go of his hand and ran into the water, splashes rising around her legs.
Her bunny ears flapped like victory flags after a sticky, intimate war.
The river flowed gently, like a world that refused to rush. Its water was clear— clear enough to reflect a version of himself that looked... a little dirty. Literally and emotionally.
Slowly, he stepped into the water.
His skin shivered— not from the cold, but from a sudden shame growing like weeds between his pores.
Livia leapt toward a sapoa tree, plucked a leaf already coated in sapoa sap, and walked into the water toward Nathan.
"Come on, clean yourself," she said with a smile.
"I... I will, thank you."
He looked toward Morvessa.
The bird girl didn’t blink.
"Do you want to... join us?"
Nathan asked, his voice nearly lost to the wind.
Morvessa shook her head, still staring.
Silent. Judging? Maybe.
Or maybe just confused— trying to comprehend how a creature with a meat-stick (mostly reserved for unintelligent forest animals) had found its way into their ecosystem.
Nathan took a deep breath and sat down.
The water touched his pelvis.
He poured some sapoa sap into his right hand and placed the leaf on the riverbank.
He began scrubbing his body slowly. Soft foam rose, carrying an herbal scent—
some kind of plant-based aroma strong enough to eliminate three types of bacteria and two types of trauma.
When his hand reached below his waist,
Nathan felt a bit ticklish— and sensed that his meat-stick needed extra care.
He rubbed it slowly, using a motion similar to milking a cow. His cheeks flushed slightly, aware of multiple eyes quietly observing him.
He tried to stay calm.
He spotted his pants—hung like a flag on a branch planted into the ground.
She was washing her caramel tits.
Naughty bunny, he thought.
Just as he began to relax—suddenly:
That muted bass-like thud—
the one he’d heard before—echoed.
His hand, still mid-cleaning his cock, froze.
His eyes scanned the surroundings,
which had once again turned gray.
The Monster Girls were motionless again.