A bittersweet love story between a monster with unusual fㅌtⁱshㅌs and a fragile human woman.
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Lencart Alexander von Dale.
Half-brother to the Crown Prince, Commander of the Imperial Knights, and the Empire’s hero who had slain hundreds of monsters over the years.
After disappearing into the monster-infested swamp three months ago and miraculously returning alive, Lencart seemed like a completely different person.
The physician who examined him said it appeared to be temporary erratic behavior due to head trauma, but Sylvia, his “wife,” believed he had gone mad.
Not only had his words and actions become strange, but inexplicable symptoms also appeared in his body.
Impaled by his pㅌnⁱs, Sylvia could now understand with chilling clarity.
“Haa… Ah!”
“Ah, tⁱght.”
Grumbling, he pulled his pㅌnⁱs out and kneaded the entire gl⋏ns with his palm. Astonishingly, the shape of his pㅌnⁱs transformed.
The thick gl⋏ns gradually flattened, shrinking from the size of a baby’s fist to half that size. The shaft, which had been the length of the man’s hand, shortened as if being stuffed back into his grӨⁱn. Even his large scrӨtʊm, which had been slapping Sylvia’s bʊttӨcks, shrunk considerably.
Squeezed to reduce the gl⋏ns’ side, the man then reshaped the tip into a sharp point so that he could penetrate the end of the woman’s ⁱnsⁱdㅌs in one thrʊst. As he brought the tip back to her vʊlv⋏, the lㅌwd hole twitched momentarily, relaxing its tension.
Now’s the chance.
With a glint in his eyes, the man firmly gripped Sylvia’s hips to prevent her from pushing back, then thrʊst his hips upward with brutal force, so hard that his tㅌstⁱclㅌs were pressed against and nearly swallowed by her.
