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Today, another piercing scream is
echoed.
Only one man sees the woman off as
she hurriedly puts on a robe over her bare skin, opens the door, and runs out
of the room.
Bang! By now, the sound of the door
slamming roughly shut has become familiar.
「I guess this is exactly the 20th
person...」
And now I've ruined the room I've
rented. The man thinks this to himself.
The man, sitting deep in bed and
looking up at the ceiling with a sigh, is completely naked.
He has short, plain brown hair and
dull green eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
And between his legs, there is
a skin-colored tentacle, which was wriggling around... but in fact, it is not a
tentacle at all.
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「What's going on? This looks worse
than the last one...」
He hung down with a sigh and gently
gripped the tentacles growing from between his legs.
Even without moving his hand up and
down, the tentacle between his legs was stimulated by its wriggling and
stretching. ――Eventually...
「...kuh!」
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! A white
liquid shot out from the tip of the tentacle.
The white liquid kept flowing out
like milk from the tip of a faucet, soaking the floor of the rented room
without stopping.
「Aren't I a solo master now? But I
don't want to be like that. What happened to mine between my legs? What the
fuck is going on!!」
The man rises from the bed on which
he was sitting with a start.
Even at that moment, the tip of his
tentacle still continues to spit out white spunk.
「Isn't the old mage Crowley supposed
to be a master of sexual magic? Or is he not?」
The man held his head with his hands.
「What if it's an artifact of the
ancient magic? And here I thought I could transform my short thing into a
miracle that would make all the women in the world go crazy...!!」
But now, what the hell is this!?, the
man grabbed the tentacle between his legs, and it finally stopped spitting out
the white spunk.
On the floor of the room, a pool of
fluid had formed which looked as if two cups had been overturned, and the room
was now filled with a fishy smell.
「That whore who ran away just now was
the 20th... even though it's a whore... Or is she not a whore? But even if she
is a whore, she won't even play with me anymore!」
The man's cry of anguish echoed
loudly in the distance.
At that moment, there comes a knock
at the door.
Oops! Maybe the girl from earlier has
come back because she misses the monster between my legs? Thinking this, the
man heads for the door with light steps.
「Okay okay, I'm not mad at you yet,
don't be scared, okay?」
His voice came back to him in a very
low tone.
「...you must be Alexis Sheridan
Krangal-sama?」
「Yes...?」
This is what the voice through the
door speaks to the gasping, naked man.
「That's enough of your fun. Please
return now. Father King wants to see you」
「Haaaaa...?!」
The man's voice sounded like he was
truly displeased with the situation.
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