Volume 4 Chapter 73 Punishment by Phallic Flick
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Having declined the outdoor puppy-play session, the pair eventually transitioned back into the heat of their act. Talia braced both hands against Kian’s chest, her hips rising with deliberate slowness before descending in a heavy, languid rhythm. Her face was flushed a vivid crimson as she stared him down, repeating that monotonous motion with unwavering focus.
”Nn… ah… haa…” Talia breathed.
Swish…
Press, push… thump.
Her pale knees, squeezed together by her inner thighs, ascended until they were pressed against his abdomen, only to drop away once more. Folded into a posture akin to someone relieving themselves in the wild, the woman’s legs were curvaceous and fleshy—an imposing sight from his vantage point below. Bound to the bed with chains as he was, Kian felt as though he had been reduced to a mere fixture in a ladies’ restroom.
”Ah…!” Talia breathed out.
The moment the tip of his part struck her innermost depths, a shock so profound must have rippled through her that Talia’s chin snapped upward. Her pale skin, characteristic of Westerners, was now suffused with a deep red that spread across her neck and shoulders. Her flaxen hair, long enough to reach Lyritisse’s lower back, quivered strangely alongside her spasming frame, swaying like the tentacles of a dying cephalopod.
”Haa, haa… Not bad, pig-phallus. So rugged and sturdy. Being pushed to the core feels… wonderful…” Talia whispered.
”Damn, the friction is incredible,” Kian said.
”I can feel it trembling with joy inside me¹. You’re nearing your limit, aren’t you? Fine then, don’t hold back—spatter your spill everywhere. Let it out. Come on, hurry up and release! Acknowledge your defeat to my place!” Talia demanded.
”It’s… it’s not even your place, dammit!” Kian retorted.
Talia wore a sadistic smirk as she shifted her movement from a vertical bob to a grinding, back-and-forth friction. It was a stimulation that swallowed him to the root. While the sensation of a forced extraction had faded, it was replaced by her spreading her knees wide, putting the lewd junction on full display. Her prominent area, marked by faint stubble, spread wide to either side, and the pink flesh gripped him tightly while secreting a white foam. The pale meat of her inner thighs was spread flat against his hips. Between the faint blue shadows of her groin and the clearly defined, voluptuous curves of her lower body, he could feel her primal femininity in every fiber. His masculine instincts were visually ignited, and he could feel the hot surge rushing toward the exit.
”Say, pig-phallus. Weren’t you a pervert who gets off on the scent of a girl’s saliva?” Talia asked.
”Ugh, haa… O-of course anyone would get excited by a girl’s saliva… ah!” Kian said.
”Don’t be absurd. Only a pig like you would get fully hard over something as foul as breath. You’re the outlier here,” Talia said.
”T-that’s not true…” Kian muttered.
Talia slowly writhed her massive behind. Her soft, slick internal membranes coiled around him like a coiling snake, specifically scraping against the sensitive underside to force a release. The quick-learning Talia had already mastered the handling of the male organ. Having spent six months exposing his weaknesses to her, resistance now seemed like a futile effort.
”Pig-phallus…” Talia cooed.
Tucking her long flaxen hair behind her ears, Talia leaned down. Her pouty lips puckered and pressed against his own without mercy. It was anything but a pure kiss. The moment their lips met, he felt a thick, syrupy liquid—a mixture of mint and the sweet, musky scent of a woman’s saliva—injected into his mouth. It was so viscous he wondered if it was thick with phlegm, and he found it impossible to swallow immediately. It was a kiss drenched in saliva—squalid, vulgar, and grotesque, like the distilled, obsessive love of a Vampire².
”Nn… mu…” Talia hummed.
”Ngu… ngugugu…” Kian muffled.
”Nn… Don’t struggle. Just swallow my saliva like a good boy,” Talia commanded.
”Nn… n… ghu… gulp…” Kian swallowed.
”…Ah…!” Talia sighed.
The moment he swallowed, Talia’s breathing became erratic. She pulled him into an even tighter embrace, repeating kiss after kiss in an endless loop. Eventually, she locked him in another deep mouth-to-mouth kiss, thrusting her long tongue into his maw. Because Lyritisse’s tongue possessed such volume, their tongues were pressed together without a single gap inside his mouth.
Swish… swish… slosh…
Her hot breath fanned across his upper lip and cheeks. From their posture alone, it was pure predation—the tableau of a human having their life force drained by a Vampire. But what was being siphoned here was his saliva and masculine essence.
”Haa… Incredible. It hasn’t wilted in the slightest. It truly is on a different level from a Vampire’s reproductive organs. No, even among humanity, your part is exceptionally gifted,” Talia praised.
Her tongue touched his cheek with genuine affection. A flaxen-haired maiden staring down at him. Beyond the crown of her head, which was damp with sweat, her large, round, white behind rose and fell. Perhaps due to the suction of the fluids, he even had the illusion that his flesh was being vacuumed by a mouth. Talia made unseemly wet noises as she used her entire place to suckle the meat she had swallowed.
”Come on, spill. Hurry. Resistance is futile. This pleasure-torture will continue until you break. It’ll be easier if you just admit defeat. Come on… let it go!” Talia urged.
”Ugh, kuaaaaaa!” Kian yelled.
Thump!
Once more, he was swallowed to the very depths. Her entrance tightened with a snap; she ‘preyed’ on him so fiercely that even if he moved his hips, he couldn’t pull away. Even though he could be made sterile, a release inside was a bundle of risks—and yet, he finally reached his limit and released his pride.
Rush… surge!
Spray, mist, stream!
Plop, drop, fall!
Boom, thud!
”…!?!!?!? Ah!” Talia breathed.
Talia’s entire waist jolted violently from the massive surge. But she immediately pressed her inner thighs together, tightening her grip to ensure the impurity released inside wouldn’t escape. Her slick interior writhed to encourage the flow, and the gel-like fluid was wrung out until his reservoir was empty. Because their compatibility was so high, the flow wouldn’t stop cleanly. It made a sound louder than a heavy evacuation when one’s stomach is out of order. Despite the lack of dignity in the release, Talia wore an ecstatic expression, her white teeth peeking through her lips.
”Ahn… Wonderful,” Talia sighed.
Sitting flat on his hips, Talia rested her hands on her cheeks in a coquettish pose. She brushed her sweat-slicked flaxen hair back, opened her knees, and showed off the junction submerged in white. Beneath her thick shadow, the flesh was so inundated with gel that it was invisible. Beneath that sea of fluid, Kian’s organ was being crushed by her place. The flesh, which had been continuing its release, squeezed out the last of the gel with its remaining strength and began to shrink. The place-flesh, possessing an infinite Sex Drive³, continued to munch and chew on it.
”Uuu…” Kian said.
”It shrunk, but then got hard again in an instant. Splendid! Truly my pig,” Talia laughed.
”I… I ended up finishing inside…” Kian stammered.
”It’s fine, isn’t it? It feels good,” Talia said, laughing clearly before her expression shifted to something more bewitching. She brought her right fingers, stained with fluid, to her lips and touched them with a wet sound. Caught by the sidelong glance of her blue eyes, Kian—who considered himself a womanizer—felt his heart skip a beat.
”…!” Kian reacted.
”Ufufu. Hey, Kian. I want to feel even better. You’ll do it with me again, right?” Talia asked.
”Do I have a choice?” Kian asked.
”No,” Talia replied with a broad grin as she lowered her face along with her flaxen hair.
* * *
The chains had been removed at some point. However, by some logic, he couldn’t resist her charm and was subjected to having his flesh devoured. Connected in a face-to-face seated position on the bed, Kian and Talia stared at each other from point-blank range, slamming their hips together. It was a writhing of bodies like caterpillars that were bad at crawling. Talia was expressionless, drooling as she breathed heavily through her mouth. A female beast with nothing but intimacy on her mind. The experiment of what would happen if a Vampire, who only knew an undead body, was suddenly placed in a human body with a strong Sex Drive seemed to be reaching its inevitable conclusion. While she had initially made an effort to keep her legs closed, she now prioritized pleasure; to maintain the tight embrace and deep insertion, she sat in a vulgar, cross-legged position. Beneath the thick hair, the organ was buried deep, and with the high secretion of fluids, the sound had moved beyond mere wind to something closer to a heavy evacuation. Even the scent had become a mess of their mingled musks.
”Aaaaaah… Ahhh…!” Talia breathed out.
She, who was always calm and rational, was letting out a foolish, distorted voice. Seeing her face stretched and her beauty warped, one might have lost all affection for her, but for some reason, Kian’s excitement only increased, and his release wouldn’t stop.
”Ugh, ah… It’s coming out again!” Kian said.
”Haa, haa! Yes… go ahead, let it out quickly! Spill your pig-broth disgracefully!” Talia urged.
Her long legs wrapped around his waist. Just as the musky scent of her armpit pheromones wafted over him, he found her arms wrapped around the back of his head. With a smile on her face, which was stained white with splattered fluid, Talia delivered a pure yet vulgar deep kiss. A violent suction sound rang out, and the scent of womanly saliva pierced the back of his nose. At the same time, her hips writhed below, and her flesh tightened around him. The moment he realized there was no escape from Talia’s restraint, another eruption occurred for the nth time.
”Ngh!” Kian said.
”Aaaaahn!” Talia breathed.
He grabbed her large behind and evacuated the impurity into her honey-pot as if she were a mere toy. Violent wet sounds rang out, and Talia seemed to finish again from the force of that release.
”Splendid… Look, so much is coming out,” Talia whispered, peering up from below with a melting expression. She arched her back to show him the junction. Beneath the heart-shaped hair was her swollen center. The crevice below was completely invisible, conquered by the white fluid. Talia’s white fingers crawled over her private parts, scooping up some of the fluid and smearing it onto the tip of her swollen spot. At that stimulation, she let out a rapturous breath. It smelled terribly animalistic. Combined with the scent from her underarms, it was quite intense. But it was actually good to be aware that he was baring his true self and indulging in primitive pleasure.
”Talia, can I rub your behind more? If possible, I want to put my finger in there too,” Kian asked.
”Fine. No formalities today. Do it… Ah!” Talia consented.
They embraced and kissed. He rubbed her child-bearing hips and thrust his middle finger deep into her behind. A muddy voice vibrated from her mouth against his.
”My behind… it might feel good… ah!” Talia said.
”Really?” Kian asked.
”Yes. This woman… ah! It seems she engaged in some quite perverted habits, so that must be the influence. There are many spots that feel good, like my behind, my center, and my womb. It saves the trouble of developing them from scratch. Nn… ngh… oh!” Talia explained.
He sank his finger deep into the hole. As he moved it around inside with a squelching sound, Talia’s eyes went hollow, seemingly feeling sexual joy from the rectal stimulation.
”Ah! Good! Right there! Do it more!” Talia begged.
”Like this?” Kian asked.
”Nnnn… Yes! That’s it… oh!” Talia breathed.
Sticking out her tongue, which was engraved with a heart-shaped Crotch Tattoo⁴, she turned a face distorted with joy toward him. “To think that I would be intoxicated by the pleasure of my behind… But this, too, is fate. I want to know this pleasure more. I want to know it all!”
”Ghuuuu!?” Kian choked.
At the end of her sentence, her internal pressure increased all at once. Her blue eyes warped with the joy of tormenting him, as if to say a pathetic part would be defeated instantly like this. Don’t think you can win against me, pig, she whispered into his ear. Even though he was the one poking around her hole, he was made to feel the inferiority of being ordered by a Princess to clean an impure opening.
”Dig around this woman’s behind more! Increase it to two fingers… oh! Yes! And move them more! Yes, uo… ha… ahh!” Talia commanded.
”T-too vulgar. Can’t you sound more cutely?” Kian asked.
”Hah? Shut up, pig,” Talia snapped.
Her flesh tightened. The arms embracing him gained strength, and she kissed him as if leaning over him. Super-concentrated saliva was poured in from above and forced down his throat by her tongue. The scent of Lyritisse’s concentrated musk invaded his brain, and he accidentally spilled another hundred milliliters.
”Mupa… Aha! Just as I thought, a weakling. Finishing just from having saliva poured into you,” Talia mocked.
”What did you—!? Nhoooo!” Kian said.
”Your voice is disgusting. I found another weakness. Your tips are sensitive? Like this… scratching, poking, and squeezing them hard…” Talia teased.
”Uhi!? Hey, wait, you idiot, seriously stop it!” Kian pleaded.
”I won’t stop! Pupu… your reaction is too funny. It’s more entertaining than watching a clown. A total masochist. A loser pig. Despite being such a weakling, you go around making Sarah and Linca cry,” Talia chided.
”What!? When did I ever make them cry!? Well, maybe I did make Sarah cry…” Kian admitted.
”See? You’re the bad one. Reflect on it, pig,” Talia said.
”T-that has nothing to do with you!” Kian shouted.
”It does have something to do with me,” Talia whispered lowly into his ear. She forcibly stole his lips and again poured in saliva. She closed their lips with the tip of her tongue as if sealing them, then touched his jaw, marking him with her scent. “Because you are mine. To prevent a bloodbath within the Harem⁵, management of the boar’s release is mandatory.”
”Release… management!?” Kian repeated.
”A sound of despair, isn’t it? But don’t worry. I won’t make you hold it back. What we will restrict is that unprincipled part of yours planting spills in places scattered all over the world,” Talia explained.
”Ngaaaah!” Kian yelled.
Talia suddenly moved her hips, and the organ slipped out of her place with a wet sound. Just as it hit the cold outside air, her fingertip flicked the head with a snap.
”Ouf!?” Kian yelped.
”Aha! A leak just from one flick! How pathetic. This is why management is necessary—because you spray your spills so easily. One more flick for discipline,” Talia laughed.
”Oguu!” Kian said.
”Another one! Punishment by flick!” Talia shouted.
”Agiii!” Kian reacted.
”Ahahaha! You’re spraying juice again while trembling! Gross. How disgusting,” Talia mocked.
”Hey, that’s too much!” Kian complained.
”And yet, why do you look a little happy while saying that? You really are a masochist. Soooo weak!” Talia teased.
”Damn… you brat!” Kian growled.
Flaxen hair and white shoulders. Since she was originally an S-class Adventurer⁶, she didn’t seem fragile when held, but even so, Lyritisse was undeniably a ‘woman.’ Talia was caught helpless in the large Kian’s embrace and pushed down onto her back on the bed. Her beautiful long hair, which was indistinguishable from gold in the dark, scattered across the sheets like luxurious petals.
”……” Talia went silent.
Talia, suddenly quiet, stared up at him with her blue eyes. Feeling a mysterious pressure, Kian became anxious, wondering if he had made her angry. For Kian, who had become completely dependent on her support over the past six months, Talia’s existence had become indispensable. That’s why he felt an emotion he had never felt before in his life—the fear that this relationship might crack.
”…Talia, um… didn’t you go a bit too far?” Kian asked.
”…” Talia stayed silent.
”I think you went too far,” Kian repeated.
”…Are you angry?” Talia asked.
”No, I’m not angry. If anything, I felt bad for being rough with you… Woah!” Kian started to say.
Mid-sentence, Talia, with a mischievous smile, stretched out both arms. Aiming for the moment he instinctively tracked her hand movements, she tangled her legs around his waist and forcibly pulled him close. Even though he was the one leaning over her, he was the one being restrained.
”Talia,” Kian said.
”…Good,” Talia whispered.
”Eh?” Kian asked.
”I’m glad you’re not angry,” Talia said.
”…” Kian went silent.
Her beautiful face gave a faint smile at point-blank range. Just because her facial muscles were usually dormant didn’t mean her emotions weren’t clear. “Until now, I’ve mostly had conversations with spirits or women of my own age… This is the first time I’ve had such a deep physical connection with a living member of the opposite sex. …So, I thought I might have gone too far.”
”I think the flicking was a bit much,” Kian noted.
”But you finished, didn’t you?” Talia pointed out.
”Well, I mean, yeah…” Kian admitted.
”Does it hurt your pride?” Talia asked.
”Well, yeah,” Kian replied.
”Then, from now on, I’ll do ‘apologetic flicks’,” Talia said.
What on earth is an ‘apologetic flick’? While he was tilting his head at that, Talia pulled his arm. She placed her fingertips in the center of her M-shaped legs and pried open the spot that had been thoroughly flooded. She blushed as if suddenly remembering her modesty, and placed a finger of her other hand on her lips with a seductive smile. “Stab your pig-phallus in here some more.”
* * *
”Ghu… Talia! Talia!” Kian called out.
”Ah! Nn! Haa… haan! Ah! Nn! Ungh…” Talia breathed.
Puff, burst…
Swoosh… thud… glide… squeeze…
Mixing fast and slow rhythms, he persistently rubbed Talia’s sensitive spots with his flesh. Talia, on her back, shook her head rhythmically and tightly gripped the sheets. Her legs remained wrapped around his waist, occasionally tightening to keep him inside. Talia’s face, melting with sensual joy, and her large chest swaying dynamically further stoked his male desire.
”Does it feel good?” Kian asked.
”Ah! Yes! It feels wonderful! Ahn! Ah… Oh!” Talia breathed.
He pierced her to the very depths. Her hand, which had been loosely gripping the sheet, turned into a fist, and her chin snapped up. She literally arched her back. He felt a sweet-smelling flow spray onto the skin above his organ.
”More! More, pig! Make me finish more!” Talia begged.
”Ghu, aaaaaah!” Kian yelled.
Bump, bump, bump… squeeze… bump… rub, rub… bump… bump, bump, bump!
”Ahi! Yes, that! Ah, it’s good! Wash me away without end, like the river flowing by the shores of Moonshore! Ah! Nn… ha… ahhn! Ngh… OHHH!” Talia breathed.
Twitch!
Another torrent of fluid occurred. Talia let out her tongue slightly and began to move her own hips. Her voluminous chest swayed even more, and the intense scent coming from her lower abdomen grew stronger.
”Spill! Deep inside! Then I think I can finish again!” Talia urged.
”I get it!” Kian replied.
He gripped her plump behind tightly. As he sank his fingers into her flesh so deep it left red marks on her white skin, Talia breathed “AHNN!” and reached a climax. Inside the place, which was pulsating violently for extraction after the hardening, he forcibly moved his flesh in and out. Dry sounds, sharper than Talia’s breathing, echoed through the cabin.
”AHHH, NNNNNNGH—!” Talia breathed out.
”Ugh, the tightening is too strong…! Gaaaaah!” Kian roared.
Plop, surge!
Spray, mist, stream!
Rush, rush, rush!
Boom!
Drip, drop… puff…
Spray!
Thump!
”Ah… ah… haan…” Talia sighed.
”Ghu…” Kian exhaled.
”Fufu… Your milk is delicious. It’s wonderful, my husband,” Talia whispered.
”Ah… yeah…” Kian muttered.
This was truly what it meant to be wrung dry. He was bewildered by the massive release, the first in a long time. It felt like even more had come out than with Linca. Was it because he was mentally compatible with Talia, or because he was physically compatible with Lyritisse’s body? Probably, he felt, it was both.
”I’d like to do more, but…” Talia started to say as she regained her composure below.
”Before we do a third round, we have to do today’s training,” Talia noted.
”Ah! That’s right. Sorry. I’ll do some training,” Kian said, jumping away from Talia’s behind and quickly picking up the towel that had fallen under the bed. He looked back at Talia once more and said, “Sorry.”
”It’s fine,” Talia replied, lying on her side with an expressionless face as she accepted the towel.
”Normally I think we should get in the Slime Bath⁷ together, but…” Kian suggested.
”If we do that, we’ll just get dirty with sweat again, so it’s a waste of effort. Just wash your organ and go train. I’ll wait here after cleaning myself. You’re going to train inside this cabin, right?” Talia asked.
”Yeah,” Kian answered.
”I like watching you train. Even though you aren’t exactly blessed with talent, I like seeing you swing your sword with all your might. I like you as a person,” Talia confessed.
”Sorry for having no talent…” Kian muttered.
”Fufufu. Well then, let’s both clean our parts. If we leave them, they’ll get itchy. It’s a shame to end it, but we have to clean up,” Talia said as she sat up on her wobbly upper body and spread her legs. The way she wiped her groin made her look like a common merchant woman from the lower town, and Kian thought that whether one was a Princess or a harlot, they were fundamentally the same.
* * *
While he was training, Talia lay on the bed, staring at him the whole time. He had no idea what was interesting about watching a man do pull-ups on a pillar or push-ups, but she watched without getting bored. Honestly, being stared at silently by someone expressionless was a bit creepy, like being an insect under observation. When he finished, the two of them entered the slime bath to wash each other’s bodies, and after that, they huddled together in bed to warm their cold bodies. They deliberately didn’t use magic to raise the room temperature and instead wrapped themselves in a blanket. They didn’t do anything intimate; they mostly spent the time chatting about their future and themselves. Before they knew it, dawn was breaking, and it was time to get out of bed.
”Sorry. You have to perform astrology tonight, and I should have let you sleep at least a little,” Kian apologized.
”Don’t worry about it. By taking in your spill, this body is becoming more inhuman. There likely won’t be any issues with performing the rite,” Talia replied as the morning sun shone through the small window. She was sitting on the edge of the bed opposite him, tying the dark blue ribbon at the collar of her white blouse. Her flaxen hair, which hung down to her back, was glossy and beautiful thanks to the slime, with no traces of their intimacy left. This seemed to be a part of Talia’s personality; she kept it much cleaner than Lyritisse herself would have. “Heave-ho.”
From under her blouse, her long, shapely legs, clad in black tights, stretched out. Through the tights on her behind, a narrow beastman-style thong was visible. Having finished tying the ribbon, Talia finally bent down to pull up the mini-skirt around her feet, hiding her beautiful hips. That said, since the skirt fabric bulged over her child-bearing hips, her great style couldn’t be hidden by that much.
”Kian, how is it? Anything look weird?” Talia asked.
”Nothing. You’re cute today too, Talia,” Kian said.
”…! P-stop that! Don’t say things like that so casually. Honestly, this is why pig-phalluss are…!” Talia stammered. She put on a dark hairband to keep her long hair from falling forward. Where had the shameless female beast from yesterday gone? Her appearance was now that of a pure and strict noble daughter. “Let’s eat breakfast outside. You have money, right?”
”Yeah. …Wait, hold on. Something is approaching. Is this… Rufna’s golem?” Kian asked, standing up from the bed and looking north. There was nothing there but a cracked concrete wall, but beyond it in the blue sky, there should be a black dot flying toward them. “Ah, it’s finally here.”
”Hah? What do you mean?” Kian asked.
”You’ll understand once you hear the message from her. Let’s go,” Talia said.
”Yeah…” Kian started.
”Wait, before that,” Talia said, pulling Kian back as he was about to go outside. She stood on her tiptoes. Arms smelling of rose perfume wrapped around his neck, and her lips were pressed against his. It wasn’t a light kiss, but a deep one where she thrust her tongue in as usual. Unlike yesterday, her saliva and tongue, which only smelled of mint now, slid into his mouth. One second, two seconds, three… ten seconds. She wouldn’t let go at all, and he felt a surge of desire, so in retaliation, he slid his hand under her mini-skirt and rubbed her behind. He felt the smooth texture of the tights, the soft behind, and the indentations in the flesh created by the fabric of her panties. Even though he rubbed her firmly, Talia only hummed slightly and continued to immerse herself in the sweet, sticky kiss. For a while, the sound of their saliva mixing and the rustle of clothes as they touched each other’s private parts echoed through the cabin where the cries of seagulls could be heard.
”…The ‘I’m going now’ kiss,” Talia said expressionlessly, sucking up a thread of saliva.
”Let’s do this every day from now on, pig-phallus…” Talia whispered.
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Summary:
Kian and Talia engage in a prolonged, intense session of intimacy inside a bound cabin. Talia reveals her dominance and sadistic streak, subjecting Kian to ‘punishment flicks’ while managing his release. After cleaning up, Kian trains under Talia’s watchful eye before they prepare for the day’s tasks. A message arrives from Rufna via golem, signaling the start of a new event.
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Character Insight:
Talia’s transition from a detached Vampire to a human-bodied entity with a rampant sex drive highlights her loss of control over her new vessel’s instincts. Despite her mockery of Kian as a ‘pig,’ her underlying affection and fear of losing their relationship show a softening of her cold exterior. Kian’s growing dependency on her indicates a shift from a master-servant dynamic to a mutually toxic but functional partnership.
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Behind the Scene:
The author uses the contrast between Talia’s noble ‘Princess’ persona and her ‘harlot-like’ behavior during intimacy to explore themes of duality and biological influence over the soul. The mention of ‘Lyritisse’s tongue volume’ is a specific lore detail regarding the host body’s physical traits affecting the occupant.
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T/L:
Notes:
• Talia – A high-ranking vampire spirit currently possessing the body of Lyritisse. In this form, she has flaxen hair, blue eyes, and thick lips.
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
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