“Aquafuran is also the goddess of wisdom and beauty.”
He murmured languidly, poking her cheek.
At that, Siren clutched the blanket covering her chest tightly.
“Don’t… don’t tease me.”
“Why?”
“I’m not… like that.”
She was a monster.
Siren, who had licked and licked at that truth to keep the scab from forming, knew her place well.
It was then.
The man’s elegant brows furrowed slightly, and his beautiful lips parted.
“You think I’d mount something ugly?”
“That’s…”
“If you’re going to have weird thoughts, just don’t think at all. Just get on top of me and move your hips.”
Seduced by the sweet voice, as if coaxing prey, Siren wanted to be deceived.
That I am pretty, that I am useful, that I am…
“That’s right. Pretty.”
The man smiled.
“You’re just the right woman for a beast like me to rut with.”
