94. Yongyong Hates Snake Soup!

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Reina continued glaring at me with visible displeasure.

“You bad girl.”

“Yeah, I’m a bad girl.”

I shuddered at my own response – this felt like some third-rate soap opera. Rachel looked ready to devour me whole.

“You’ve only been with other girls since I returned!”

“What choice did I have? A hundred years apart? Remember how much we did before – thousands of times! The archives never dried from our juices!”

We’d done it everywhere – on bookshelves, mimicking those perverted elves with book clit-rubs – everything. Naturally I had to sample others too.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“This is strictly business. Business.”

Securing Choi Si-woo as Lust was strategic – essential for defeating the remaining six Sins.

“Ray says you were sucking and fucking Si-woo? Should I summon her to confirm?”

“My apologies.”

This was all Ray’s fault. I glared at the innocent-faced hatchling floating nearby. That little traitor!

“Are you glaring at Ray now?”

“No! I was wrong. But shouldn’t we enjoy it? Mechanical sex is no fun.”

Truthfully, without our earlier session, Si-woo might not have fully transformed. She could’ve suffered longer or worse – sought real NTR.

“So you’re justifying it?”

“Tonight I’ll feast on you instead of snake soup, my wife.”

Rachel always emphasized our marital status. Elves practice eternal monogamy – though she’d sworn to love me beyond death after our century together, claiming primacy.

I love all equally, but Rachel remains closest to a proper wife.

“I must be insane.”

Yet she still came willingly when I reached out, settling into my embrace.

“Something different tonight?”

“Like what?”

A new concept I’d saved just for her – inspired by my office worker days.

“Crossdressing.”

Yongyong can crossdress! Though previously hesitant, this was a special gift from Author Yoo Eun-ha.

With a finger snap, my hair shortened, breasts flattened, and body masculinized – though downstairs remained unchanged, requiring tail adjustments to mimic male anatomy.

“!!!” Rachel’s eyes widened, face flushing.

“What’s wrong?”

“I… you look better like this.”

“Wait – my female form wasn’t good enough?”

This was shocking. Had our century together dissatisfied her?

“Not that! It’s… novel. More husbandly. I always wondered who should play the husband role.”

“Your exclusive premiere.” Especially meaningful for my wife.

“Kyuing! Kyuing!”

“Can’t this brat leave?” I ejected the precocious hatchling trying to spectate adult activities.

Outwardly male with convincing anatomy, though really just my thickened tail positioned strategically – an illusion granted by Author Yoo Eun-ha for marital bliss.

“Take this, wife.”

“What magic is this?” Damn her sharp instincts.

“Too perceptive. But this ‘cock’ entering you feels real enough.”

Her pussy already dripped at my fingers’ touch – deliciously sticky.

“W-wait.” Her halfhearted resistance was adorable.

“Wetter than usual. Been busy?”

“You haven’t touched me in ages!”

“Frustrated?” It had been awhile since our last mother-daughter threesome.

“Always doting on my daughter instead!” she pouted.

“My thirsty Rachel.” I needed to balance attention among heroines, especially Rachel who grew jealous with age and motherhood.

“Who’s thirsty? Not me!”

“But doggy style excites you more now, right?”

“I’m no animal!” Yet she’d loved it countless times before.

“Stop pretending.” I flipped her over, teasing her entrance with my tail-cock.

“Hah!?” Her body betrayed her words, clenching tighter than ever.

“Disappointed you prefer my male form?” I asked while thrusting.

“Huh?”

“I enjoy pussy play more.” Though tail-fucking offered unique mobility.

“Fine, have it your way.” Yet her pussy gripped me hungrily.

“So tight despite your protests.”

“Must you say it?” Her pout was cute. I spanked her ass, prompting her to raise it higher – perfect for animalistic mating.

Rachel was clearly an anal-loving pervert, judging by her intensified contractions. What precious material – an elf wife craving beastial penetration.

“Tighter than ever. Missed me?”

“You left me to masturbate for so long!”

“Sorry. Busy schedule.” Older heroines like Rachel needed extra attention to curb jealousy.

I could hear Leina eavesheading next door – she’d need pampering later too.

“Hnng! Hng!” Rachel’s moans escalated as I added the scale dildo from Si-woo’s session to her ass.

“Wait – where’s that been!?”

“Just licked it.” I teased.

“You put another woman’s used toy in me? A month of snake soup for you!”

“It’s just my saliva. Would I really reuse another’s juices?” Her pussy clenched skeptically.

Deeper thrusts forced out moans. “Hiyk!”

I whispered lovingly: “Pouting, Mrs. Rachel? I’ll do better.”

“A month of punishment!” she threatened, though her body responded differently.

“This dildo’s one-of-a-kind – took forever to craft from my scales.” She should appreciate such effort.

After all, regenerating and shaping shed scales nearly drove me mad.